Log for: Loose Cannon

Lieutenant Holcombe didn't fire me. This is good news. I fully expected to be joining the ranks of the unemployed. She's turned me into a desk jockey, however. That's nothing new. She did that to me when I first started having the blackouts. I'll work through this. I've got to.

Log for: Beaten, But Not Broken

"You're beyond your breaking point."

I am not. I refuse to let Gray break me. He spooked me, yes. I was afraid for my life, but to quote... What does not kill me, makes me stronger. Every time Gray tries to fuck with me, I'll just come back stronger.

Until he's just one more dead cockroach.

Log for: Wonders Never Cease

The death at the Back Alley this week had me curious. When your cause of death is a traumatic brain injury, but there's no sign of physical trauma, one has to wonder exactly what happened. So, to satisfy my own curiosity, I decided to go poke around the scene. I ran into one of the people from Nakamura's assembly. She says her name is Sydney, and she says she can see people's memories. If I can't get what I want out of Gray, perhaps I'll have to draw on her help. Something doesn't seem right about her, though... I find it a little odd that her ability requires delving into minds, and... It's a stupid theory. Jude would tell me so.

Log for: Such a Convenient Ability

I convinced Nakamura to steal Gray's things from the evidence room so I could get a blood sample to Mohinder. I felt kind of bad, because I could tell he didn't want to do anything illegal. But... sometimes you just have to do these things. It's for a good cause. That makes it all right.

I told him to wish me luck. I'm off to ask Gray where he stashed Hiro's sword...

Log for: A Plan to Save Peter Petrelli

I got Nakamura's message. At first, I wasn't sure I was going to show up for this meeting. But... After dealing with Gray, I had to. I'm in far too deep to think about backing out. I may as well keep going. Try to do some good while I still can. Seeing Nathan Petrelli was positively eerie. It's like meeting a celebrity, but discovering they're in your knitting group. It's surreal. I think I was almost more surprised by the presence of A.D.A. Marx, however. I sort of suspected, giving his willingness to believe that someone could be persuaded to kill themselves over the phone. That man Jack. I feel like I know him from somewhere, but I couldn't place it. ...Oh. Crap.


Sometimes... it seems as though everything is connected.

Log for: Visions of Violence
Log for: Elephants, Guns, and Paintbrushes! Oh My!

I had the chance to meet up with Nakamura. He seems alive and well. If I didn't know better, I would have thought he was never dead. I'm sworn to secrecy, though. I'm not allowed to let on that I know what happened to him. That suits me just fine. Who would believe me?

I paid a visit to Doctor Suresh. He agreed to test my abilities. I wasn't ready for what was thrown at me, as much as I hate to admit it...

I'd seen Gabriel Gray before. In the vision I had from touching Nakamura's sword. I saw him kill his mother. But the vision that hit me when I touched the paintbrush Suresh handed to me.. I have never seen anything so frightening. I... I have to stop him.

Log for: Don't Let Me Down

He's dead.

No, not dead. Yes. He is dead. Was dead? Is.

I was relegated to pulling pussy cats out of trees. Or investigating strange sounds in alleyways. Nothing important. But then I found him. Hiro Nakamura. Dead. With Parkman's little girl and his flatmate. I thought I would die on the spot. I've been promised that Hiro will be all right. He's been the only thing to give me hope that I'm not crazy.

But now I have new hope. And Doctor Suresh's number.

Log for: The Time Traveler and the Psychometer

I can't even begin to fathom any of this. This Hiro Nakamura... He scares me and gives me hope all at once. I don't know what to do. What to think. I'm excited. I'm terrified.

"You are a hero," he told me. A hero. Me. He says I'm not crazy. He says I have abilities. He has abilities.

Gabriel Gray has abilities.

Sylar.

Fucking Parkman. Where is that son of a bitch?