It's hard to -- focus isn't the right word. But it's too quiet.
She may as well have been there the whole time.
Sylar touches his left forearm, the residual cold sending up a wash of goosebumps, and shakes his head as if trying to dislodge something. "Have I been gone long?" he asks, vaguely.
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Date: 2008-02-02 05:41 am (UTC)She may as well have been there the whole time.
Sylar touches his left forearm, the residual cold sending up a wash of goosebumps, and shakes his head as if trying to dislodge something. "Have I been gone long?" he asks, vaguely.