Sylar sat up in his seat, visibly perking up to talk about Mohinder. "Of course he is. Mine is younger. Our age. He's...have you ever seen an abandoned puppy on the side of the road, trying to figure out how to cross it on his own? He's kind of like that." It was said with fondness. "The same people that picked us up were the ones that picked him up, but they really just wanted his Dad's research. I haven't been able to convince him that they're not the best, yet."

Sylar was still keeping an eye on everything, but he was far more comfortable now. "So does this mean everyone in my timeline's younger? Like people shifted a generation or something?" How weird. He wondered how that could even happen.