Sylar hadn't been here in some time, and he wasn't so keen on breaking into the Mansion in the dead of the night once more either, he could only overstay his welcome so much with these people, after all, he wasn't one of the good mutants...exactly. However he wasn't sure how to feel about the latest situation he'd gotten himself into, or what it could mean for the mutant community as a whole, and while the boy wasn't some saint or even a do-gooder, his few friends were mutants, and less trouble for them was something that crossed his mind.

The boy looked at the Mansion from some distance away, his form hidden in the shadows of the city-scape as he thought about what he could even do at probably 2 in the morning, but if even one mutant was up for him to talk too, he could leave the message and hope the situation sorted itself out before he found himself in too much trouble. Roach had taught him how to control himself, and to temper his powers towards his own kind, and that's just was Sylar had in mind, even if his current life style wouldn't sit well with the Mansion dwelling community. He'd control this situation, and hopefully avoid a serious outcome.

Pulling his hood up, the boy ducked out of the shadows and made for a corner of the Mansion's wall, an easy enough spot to scale and hop over onto the grounds, and away from the usual security nonsense that kept the place safe from those who had actual ill will, sure he was breaking in, but he wasn't actually breaking anything, or stealing anything so it was ok right?

Landing onto the soft earth, the lack of claw on pavement sent a sort of nostalgic feel through Sylar, he hadn't been here in some time, and he realized he kind of missed this place. The Mansion was so unlike the apartment or the Sanctuary area, where mutants were the dominant species but also seen as scary or criminal, here was a place where mutants were just like normal people, going to school or getting jobs, and blending in with the normals. Sylar couldn't live the pinky life, but sometimes he was certainly jealous of it. The easiest way to find someone would be to stalk around the grounds or the gardens and sniff out a scent, but if nobody was outside, he couldn't risk just breaking into the building, maybe he could find someone who was up but in their room where he could talk through the glass.

How exactly does a blind monster figure out if someone was up by looking at their window...except he couldn't actually look? Well active bodies produced more heat than sleeping ones, and the lights as well created a very soft temperature increase over the ambient one around them, especially since it was cold tonight. Sylar passed through the garden area, finding nothing of note and smelling no one as he neared the building.

"Crap." He mumbled to himself, he really really didn't want to tempt waking someone up or setting off an alarm, he didn't want to break his connection to this place if he ever needed it again. He took a breath and shrugged, he didn't like bringing attention to himself, but Aura's little turf brawl would do that anyways, at least he could save his own skin by tipping off the good guys.

Sylar crept out of the garden area, his body low to the ground on instinct, his shape almost melting into the darkness of the early morning. Like a cat checking out it's new turf, Sylar crept along the grounds slowly, his thermal vision slowly getting a read on the Mansion's structure, the building essentially a massive opaque lump to him, only cut out of the darkness by the heat permeating out of the interior. Suddenly he felt an odd tingle in his gut, and he turned to look up a bit, an area of the Mansion sticking out to him, it's heat slightly higher than the area around it. That meant somebody was up possibly, or he could at least check it out.

He bit his lip a bit, and then advanced towards the building, unaware of the reunion about to happen as he gently scaled the Mansion's side, trying to be quiet as possible while his claws dug into the brick and mortar, holding the monstrous teen to the building like a spider as he came up on the window. He sniffed the air a bit, trying to pick up on what little info he could in the air that leaked out through the tiniest spaces on the window. It was an odd smell, inviting in a way he couldn't quite understand, especially since he felt like it had the faintest essence of blood to it?

He leaned forward, his hooded face timidly advancing from the darkness to peak in the window and try and gauge who was in there, if at all. He saw a humanoid form, which made him hope for the best. He tapped on the glass to get it's attention, the fact that an alien monster climbing up to your window might be intimidating for most was lost on Sylar, as all he was concerned with was finding someone of value to talk to or at least leave a warning with. He tapped again, speaking softly but loud enough to be heard if the person came to the glass.

"Hey...hey you...come here..."

Serena took a slow sip from her cup of tea as her fingers rapidly danced across the keyboard of her laptop. She was generally speaking, a very diligent worker at her course. She was the top student in her class and was working to keep it that way. Not out of some kind of pride or anything, more out of a drive she had found since becoming more independent.

The girl was slowly finding that she had less time to hang out with friends, not having seen little Victoria in months, maybe even a year. Only recently having seen Sam again, she couldn't even remember the last time she had a chance to hang out with James, let alone the last time that Serena had actually seen Leon anywhere. 

She had spent several hours straight blazing through her draft for a draft of her dissertation. She blinked as her vision strayed. She reached for her teacup only to realise that it had become completely emptied, probably some time ago. That was a sign that she had been working for too long, she stretched a little in her chair.

She caught something out of the corner of her eye and focused in on her window, unsure if she was seeing things or not. She  caught sight of a familiar figure and almost fell out of her chair. She quickly scampered over to the window with a grin plastered across her lips, even if the boy couldn't see it, it would probably be evident in her voice.

"Hey hey you yourself." She gave an audible giggle and slid her window open for the boy. "Come on in Sy!" She hadn't seen or thought of her sewer dwelling friend in quite some time. He was an unfortunate mutant who had a rather understandably grim view of the world and those around him. But he was one of those who she could call a friend. 

Sylar pulled back from the glass after he'd tapped it, his timid nature urging him to caution as the person quickly fumbled out of a chair and approached. However it was the voice and the rush of scent that really through him off, of all the people it could be, it really couldn't be her could it? The window opened up and he heard the voice clearly, recognizing it even after all this time. Serena of all people! The girl who'd urged him out of the darkness for the first time and called him friend when the only word he knew was monster...

She gestured for him to enter, but the boy couldn't figure his thoughts out, mumbling as he tried to speak. "Serena! I wasn't expec..." He tried to finish a thought, but in all the excitement, Sylar's claws had relaxed just a bit, and the boy's ability to climb was very precise you see, unlike some animals that had microscopic hair filaments to latch onto things, or made use of nigh mystical forces to merge with the surface, Sylar's ability to climb basically rested on cutting groves and handholds into things and then holding to them. Serena's voice had relaxed him and the boys claws followed, and Sylar suddenly found himself slipping. "Wha..? Oopf!" He scratched a bit and slid off the side of the building, tumbling into the ground with an audible thud, normally he dug his fingers in deep like nails into wood, but he'd been worried about causing real damage to the mansion, so his light hold had sent him right into the dirt.

He stood up and rubbed at his ruffled hood a bit, his mane of hair falling free of it a bit. "Well that was graceful." He muttered as he stood up and dusted himself off, being made of muscle and boney armor meant the fall was literally painless, but the embarrassment caused the boy to blush a little bit in the dark. "I uh...I wasn't expecting to see you of all people Serena...it's been awhile." The voice that spoke to Serena was all too familiar, that same sound Sylar had always had, the voice of a boy that was a little too feminine, and a tone that seemed oddly hollow or scared. However Sylar wasn't the same teen she'd met before, his personality changed by struggle and strife, not to mention factually when a certain mutant erased some of his memories.

His movements were a bit more confident...and a bit more dangerous, as the boy and the creature now shared about fifty percent of his form, his new boney shoulders and the flesh corrupting his face proof of that, even if Serena wouldn't be able to see that in the dark. Time changes us all, and Sylar was no exception, how would time have changed her? That bubbly girl who saw past the fangs and claws?

Sylar suddenly felt rather timid, afraid Serena might not like who he was right now, but he still had to tell someone, and who better than a friend? "Er um, I guess I'll come in then?" He said, leaping up easily to catch a claw on Serena's open window, and pulling his monstrous form inside the building with ease.

Now she could see how he'd changed, Sylars form was still humanoid, but both of his arms were lost beneath plates of bone and claws of nightmare, the same substance slowly creeping up his neck and cheeks towards his androgynous face, however he wasn't as starved or emaciated as he used to be, this Sylar was clearly someone who was in a better spot than he once was, his movements stronger, and his presence more noticeable.

"Hey there Serena...long time, no see eh? Er well I guess talk, I can't see you...so how've you been?" He quickly cut off his stream of consciousness, realizing it was kind of stupid and childish, but either way he was happy to see her.