Rachel's House

I'm standing in a kitchen. The house is comfortable, middle-class. Dim. Someone is seated at a counter in front of me.

I stare into the face of Claire Bennet.

"You're not supposed to be here," she says. "I'm protected."

I've lived this before...

• "You're a dream," I say...
• "I'm sorry for what I did that day, Claire," I say...
• "When I find out where you're hiding Comic Book Boy, it's all over," I say...