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Claire Bennet - Molecular Regeneration
Noah Bennet - No Powers
Elle Bishop -
Monica Dawson - Muscle Memory
Simone Deveaux - No Powers
D.L. Hawkins - Walks through walls
Maya Herrera - Kills anyone within sight when she cries
Alejandro Herrera - counteracts Maya's powers
Ando Masahashi - No Powers
Hiro Nakamura - Time & Space Travel
Isaac Mendez - Paints the Future
Adam Monroe/Takezo Kensei - Molecular Regeneration
Matt Parkman - Telepathy
Nathan Petrelli - Flight
Peter Petrelli - Empathy [Copy Cat]
Micah Sanders - "Speaks" to Electronic Devices
Niki Sanders - Super Strength [[2 split personalities, Gina and Jessica]]
Mohinder Suresh - No powers
Gabriel "Sylar" Gray - After taking the brain of someone with powers, he can use their powers.

2 weeks before is at the bottom of the screen, and under that says the words New Jersey. A man in a blue jumpsuit, the words Harry scribbled on it and hand-stitched, was using a mop to clean up the mess that these kids would make often. The wet floor sign was up, visible from all directions. A young boy ran down the halls, something that he shouldn't be doing at all in school, let alone in a wet hallway. "Slow down boy!" said Harry as the boy started out at the beginning of the hall, but the boy began to ran. The boy slipped. "Whoa there!" shouted the janitor, the boy slipping, about to hit his head, and the boy halted in midair, his feet and the rest of his body in the air. "What the?" asked the janitor asked, remarking on the floating boy. The boy dropped, and got back up. "This school is possessed!" he shouted, and ran continued to run down the hall, frantic. Present day. New Jersey. The man with the hand-stitched jumpsuit was carefully folding it in the chest, a gift from his late wife. He was off on a trip. The school was closed down temporarily because strange things happened in it about 2 weeks ago, things that freaked the kids out. Things that disabled the kinds from staying in the school. The man picked up his suitcases, and hurried out to the yard of his small house into his small car. There was no room in the trunk for his trunk so he put it in the back seat. The ride to the airport would be short and easy, was it not for the thing that interrupted him.

Lights flashed in front of Harry's eyes, and he swerved the car, avoiding what was in front of him. He felt the car stop, but he was no longer in the car. New York. 20 years in the future. A slender, beautiful-looking woman stood before him. "Doctor?" asked the 30 year old woman. "Doctor Atton?" The janitor looked shocked at what this woman called him. "My name is Henry Atton, but I am a janitor. Who are you?" The woman look appalled by this statement. "Why it's me, Akira Namasaki. How can you not remember me?" By this time, the woman's eyes flooded with tears. Henry looked around the city. There were people here, but they weren't normal people. They walked in single-file lines, except for the girl who claimed her name to be Akira, and Henry himself. The lights flashed again, and Henry found himself sitting in his car, pulled over to the shoulder. He resumed his path to the airport, confused, his green car pulling up to the airport, near a 13 year old girl.

Akira. Something about that name seemed familiar. He heard somebody shout it. He turned his head, and saw two burly men rushing after a little girl, right behind them, reaching out their hands to grab her. He didn't even notice what he was doing, or even if the car was still on. He jumped through his windshield, but did not break the glass. He jumped through the glass in the airport, and did not break this either. He jumped in front of the girl. "Whoa buds, what do you think you are going to do to this girl?" said the 30-year-old janitor.

The janitor prodded the bodyguard with one finger, and the man jumped into the air and flew across the airport. Screams erupted from the crowd, turning their heads to see the commotion. Harry spun his foot under the second bodyguard, and he fell fast, hitting the ground with a thump. With inhuman speed, Harry then rushed in front of the little girl, and swooped down to ask her a question. "Little girl, do you know who I am?" he asked.

The janitor gaped his mouth open, and shut it. The name would of been lucky to guess, but the age? In all his taxes, he wrote his age as 24, and nobody but his family and his late wife knew his real age. "And why did you call me doctor?" asked the janitor. The man was confused. He scratched his head. "Who's your father?" he asked on the already unanswered list of questions.

"Umm, Kusa. That name should mean something to me. I have a thought of Kusa, but I just can't remember...." Another blinding light in front of his face, and he was yanked into another time yet again. Tokyo, 1945. He was staring at a young man, but the man didn't see him. This was how Namasaki Kusa received his fortune. He received a small amount from his great-aunt, from her will when she died. He invested that into a business, and then owned one of the biggest companies in Japan.

The man stood up from his kneeling position, and watched the little girl walk away. He saw blurs of men and women move by him, and his scenery blurring by in a mess. Before he knew it, he had a ticket in his hand, sitting down on a plane, right next to Akira. "Bloody hell," he said in a mumbling tone. "How did I get here?"