[ There was a strangeness to all of this that Peter couldn't put his finger on -- it wasn't just the fact that he'd been plopped onto some other planet and told to figure it out all on his own. It wasn't showing up here from out of nowhere, or the shuttles, or whatever creepy city lay in the distance. Granted, that was strange all of its own right, but there was something in what Sylar was saying that didn't make sense.

And it might not have terrified Peter more than Sylar himself, but it set him off balance. Not that that was particularly hard right now. A strong breeze probably could have done the same thing. ]

Nathan's not going to fly in and save me from anything. Nathan doesn't even believe me.

[ But the idea of Sylar being the only one who could help him was terrifying. He didn't want Sylar's help, and he didn't want Sylar thinking he even could help. Most of all, he just wanted Sylar gone and Peter gritted his teeth, frozen to the spot and practically snarling, like a dog trying to guard his territory, but one that felt far too small to attack. ]

I'll find somebody else to help, I don't need you for anything.