So here they were: Washington DC. Megan put on her sunglasses as she watched the pilot and co-pilot unload the few bags Lizzie and her had brought. This was one plane flight she wouldn't soon forget. Talking to Lizzie was strange, but mostly in a good way; she just knew things about Megan that she didn't even know herself. Megan knew it was the empathy but she'd had enough experience with that ability by now to no longer be spooked by it. Unless pulled that projection thing again of course, that was probably lethal if gone through long enough.

Megan liked Lizzie, the woman's strength after all she'd been through would amaze anyone. But now that they were there, and the prospect of meeting Gabriel was closing in, Megan couldn't help but worry (or at least her own definition of the term). What if Lizzie couldn't cut it? What if she couldn't cut it? What if Sylar was too powerful for either of them? There were so many insecurities that it made Megan uneasy to think of all the possible outcomes. For someone that didn't feel any emotions, her heart had been racing for a while now.

"So how are we going to get this thing going?" she asked Lizzie when she got into the car. Megan started the car and drove off, "Are you going to call him?"