Did they plan to meet here? Eden can't remember. They probably did. Eden was feeling really excited about her creative work this week.

Eden stares at Anna, eyes like those of a trapped animal, making a garbled noise that combines the beginnings of the words 'it's him' and 'stop me'.

Is that the sound of someone whispering into their cellphone? Eden's gaze scans the crowd, too quickly to actually see anything, she can't take her gaze off Sylar for too long--

Eden licks at her lips. "We're leaving," she tells Anna, her voice wavering under the strain. "And you--" to Sylar, because her voice wouldn't contain that much disgust for Anna, "you're-- you're going to follow us. Calmly."