Sylar stared at the door for a long moment, holding Jack's gun. It was one of those times when he really didn't want to follow orders. And of course he really should. Concern for what was going on in that room could easily be masking the hunger underneath. He couldn't risk that getting out and rearing its ugly head again.

So he closed his eyes, heaved another sigh, and headed back upstairs. At least he was heading towards people he wanted to talk to, in this case. He didn't want to strand Sylar back in Primatech, but at least Mohinder was there, too. Hopefully they'd make it out okay.

As he neared the kitchen, his nose reminded him that he'd have some pizza too. So there was another upside. He stopped by the doorway to listen a bit before entering- how were things going over here?