"I still have the gun," Mohinder said and made a gesture for Matt to check in the underside drawer with his hand. He never managed to figure out how to strap on his own shoulder holster, but at least he had bullets and the weapon. Two boxes full of rounds wouldn't do much to Sylar, but it could be a distraction. It was the only thing Mohinder actually had to protect himself.

Not much at all.

This place had seen the effects of Sylar in action before. There were pieces of glass still embedded in the cabinets, sanded off of course, but Mohinder had been unable to pull them all out. He'd barely gotten all of the pieces out of his own skin, alone, hands trembling as he sat in the apartment after delivering Peter's dead body to his family.

There were scars from that ordeal too.

Peter helped himself to a glass of water and Mohinder ducked into Molly's bedroom to be absolutely sure that it was safe inside. It looked like nothing at all had been touched. There was still a film of glitter on the carpet from her last, non-crayon based art project.

Peter ran through his abilities once he was settled, listing them out as if checking off boxes while he went. "Telekinesis, flight, immortality, radiation, electro--"

"Electrokinesis," Mohinder supplied when Peter seemed to struggle with the word.

"Right. Super strength-- You know, if you let me talk to Molly--"

"No." Mohinder was adamant about that. Peter was already a walking buffet for Sylar. Giving him their girl's power? No. "Forget Molly exists."