Las Vegas, Late Wednesday night

As much as Isabel had wanted to dreamwalk Nathan as soon as she'd gotten back from New York, she waited, wary of any sort of security Angela Petrelli might have on him. It probably still wasn't enough time to be truly safe, but Isabel didn't like the idea of Nathan remaining injured any longer then necessary. Besides, for the moment it was only a dreamwalk to try and figure out where he was. The real danger would be getting in with Wyatt to heal him.

It took a little searching, but Isabel finally found a picture that had Nathan in it. She had to smile, remembering the weekend it had been taken, when both she and Peter had been weetiny.

Curled up comfortably on her bed, Isabel placed her fingers on the picture and closed her eyes.