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: His Name is Jack

Went to DnA's again, looking to numb myself. Did a right good job of that, I did. Numbed myself right into wanton idiocy. It's not like this is the first time I've done this. I never drink too much, though, that I can't still defend myself if I have to. Or too much that I forgo safety. Although I had too many to watch out for Laurel. I shouldn't have let that naive thing wander away... I can't protect them all. I'm sure she's fine. I'm fine, she's fine.

I'm careful. I'm not smart, but I'm careful. I never take them back to my place. I always leave while they're asleep, and I never give the cab my address. I just ride right on back to the club, no matter what hour it is. This isn't the first time I've gone out to lose myself and found a man. But there is a first time for everything.

I called him Jude.