Hellhounds. Right.

What?

Cissie, Jubilee, Martha, Elizabeth, you guys okay?

Uh, is the infirmary flooded?

[Private to Sylar]

Stay in your room till they're completely gone, okay? One clawed up my arm while I was out there.

[Private to the Admiral]

I want you to give Sylar his abilities back on Sunday morning, six am. Not a minute before. The telekinesis, the shape shifting, and the energy blasts.