All of a sudden, Claire was no longer alone, blinking up at the other girl and unable to recognize her for all of half a minute— before she then realized that it was Coraline, and that Claire hadn't been in school for months now, and that she'd been to this other island that everyone claimed was impossible to escape, an island that occasionally made the impossible happen. (Then again, what right did Claire have to talk of the impossible when all of her wounds always healed perfectly, without leaving a single scratch, within minutes?)

"I'm fine, my foot's fine," she breathed, hoping that Coraline wouldn't make too much of it. She didn't know how it was that the both of them had been transported back to Odessa, but if she were to guess, she'd say that it was Sylar. Somehow, he'd managed to escape alive, she thought. Somehow, he'd managed to find his way to the island and he was trying for Claire's power all over again, while also getting her friends involved. Not wanting to talk about her ability, Claire reached out for Coraline's wrist with a slightly frenzied expression. "But you're right, we need to get out of here now. Sylar's behind this. I don't know which way to go, but we need to run before he finds the both of us."

The ticks grew deeper in the background, slower, the sound almost seeming to move through water.