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[awesome_lilly]

Sleep is a little harder to come by when you're hundreds of years from your adopted home. Still, even after the disaster that was Dean's dream, Lilly is still trying to find ways to send a message.

All she needs to do is find someone who might have dreamed of Milliways.

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[watchmakers_son]

Still frowning, Sylar waves a casual hand.

The telekinesis lifts Lilly off of her feet and shoves her backward against one of the buildings, pinned to it like an insect. The lines of the facade seem to warp inward as they bend to meet her.

"The wrong piece. The wrong part. You don't have anything." It dawns on him. "You aren't anything. DeadNeptuneCaliforniaEarth2005."

[awesome_lilly]

...ow. On multiple levels, even.

Lilly catches her breath, stares back at him, still defiant.

"I'm more than you think, Ted. And I'm not any part of this, wrong or otherwise, if I don't want to be."

He's got her stuck to a building, but she's not stuck here, not in the Dreaming. She doesn't blink this time, but it only takes a second and she's disappeared again.

[watchmakers_son]

Immediately, the building smooths out, the discord extracted from the surrounding noise and tossed away.

Sylar blinks, his frown deepening. A muscle in his jaw tightens. He turns away, searching --




"Ow."

-- and half a second later, as he rolls over and accidentally pulls at his stitches, snaps awake in his room in Milliways.

Hissing in pain, Sylar shuts his eyes again and presses a hand to his stomach, as if to will the ache away. Once it begins to ebb, he cautiously shifts over onto his back, opening his eyes to watch the ceiling.

That was...somewhat unexpected. And -- his examination of the ceiling changes to a glare -- rather frustrating, as well.

Not long afterwards, he drifts back to sleep.

New York, without Lilly Kane, continues to burn.