The sounds of New York City street life cajole Mulligan back to the world of the living. Finally his eyelids flutter open, his palms press into the carpet. Ah, home sweet home, but good lord, what a headache. Mulligan takes his time sitting up, then stands, finally regaining enough use of his muscles to shamble over to the open window for a few restorative gulps of fresh Manhattan air.

Mulligan checks his phone. How long was I out? What did that nutbag do to me?

Samuel, The Watcher, both diabolical men. But what choice does Mulligan really have? When it comes to the safety of Gail - her life, the lives of her husband and daughter - there really is no choice. Sometimes a man has to do some bad to do some good.

The phone rings. It's Angela Petrelli. What a swell day this is turning out to be.