After talking to Sam the night before, Isabel had tried to dreamwalk Peter as soon as she'd gotten home. This time, she didn't get discouraged when she wasn't able to reach him. She knew it was only a matter of time until she did.

After spending way too long running around at work, Isabel finally got home and cleaned up. Picking up the familiar picture, she stretched out on her couch and closed her eyes. "Come on Peter. Be asleep for once."
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.
Isabel had put it off long enough. The mountain of papers, credit card offers, catalogs and various other mailings had accumulated over the holidays and she'd kept putting off dealing with it. Now, with an afternoon free, Isabel decided to banish the beast and reclaim that particular section of counter top.

Almost an hour later, the credit card offers had been shredded, the catalogs were sorted and Isabel was staring at the latest Fandom High alumni newsletter. How the hell had she missed this? Nathan was still alive? Was he hurt? How did he survive?

Too impatient to wait for Wyatt to get out of his classes, Isabel reached for her phone and dialed Portalocity.

An hour later she approached the steps of the still imposing Petrelli home and knocked on the door.
Despite two finals that morning and an afternoon and evening spent keeping five different Christmas parties running smoothly, Isabel was still pretty awake when she finally made it back to her apartment.

Deciding to take advantage of some quiet time, she started going through some of the papers and envelopes that had accumulated on her desk. The envelope from the photo lab made her pause. She'd ordered the pictures shortly before Peter had died and knowing that he was in several of the carnival and Homecoming shots, had put the envelope aside when it arrived after the explosion.

Climbing into bed, she opened the envelope and slowly went through the pictures, smiling at the memories and wishing somehow she'd been able to save him.

The long day finally caught up with her, and Isabel fell asleep, a picture of Peter still in her hand.
Her morning portal from Fandom to Vegas had been canceled so it was late by the time Isabel finally made it home. She hadn't slept since she'd left Vegas and exhaustion and grief were finally catching up to her. One wrong word and the careful control she was just barely hanging onto would be gone.

Her movements slow and deliberate, Isabel took a shower and made herself a cup of tea before retreating to her room to hide for the night. Glancing at her phone on her nightstand, she realized that she hadn't talked to Wyatt since they'd exchanged texts on Saturday.

It seemed so long ago.

He deserved a call, but that would require explanations of everything that had happened and Isabel wasn't sure she'd be able to do that without breaking down.

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