Well, damn. This was not ideal. Apparently, this was where people were hanging out. Sasan had looked up from a magazine he'd read once already and frowned slightly when he saw Sylar. This was sort of freaky- why did everyone here seem to recognize him?

He glanced at Luke, hoping the warning got across. "Yeah, sorry about that. It was an accident. We'll leave you alone."

He held his hand out, fingers spread, and a small vortex appeared. Sylar's fingers twitched as he worked to manipulate it correctly, tweaking the same thing he did last time. But it felt unstable, like the little tunnel he was making kept getting pulled in another direction and twisted around into a knot. He kept trying to straighten it out, but his head was killing him. He wasn't going to manage it before he passed out, so he reluctantly shut it down.

"....or not." He sighed heavily. Time to see if they pulled weapons on him now. At least telekinesis he could manage.