They formed a delightfully villainous menage a trois as they travelled across the globe, with Sylar stealing powers along the way. Somehow they'd ended up in the Netherlands for a time, the land of windmills and wooden shoes, and they were relaxing at the side of the road in the sunshine.

Claire sighed as she gazed over the fields of flowers stretched out before them. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Sylar smiled and nodded, but Elle had something else entirely on her mind. "I'll show you tulips you'll never forget. Get it? Two-lips?"