Seen as it was Halloween yesterday (still don't know where the bloody hell I am, by the way) I think the video is very approppriate.

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Oh, Sylar, you little nutjob.

((OOC: Warning for fake blood))

I distinctly remember a lot of unpleasantness with Arthur, and then I blanked out. I thought the son of a bitch was dead. And now I'm...um.. somewhere?

Oh well, at least I'm not buried alive anymore. That's got to be a step up. Unless I'm hallucinating.

Mmm... or maybe it's some sort of induced-dream. Parkman, perhaps? Parkman, stop playing with my head, it's been a long and crappy day, I'm not in the mood.