Road watched from her vantage point, chin resting on her fists as Sylar broke down over his mother's corpse. It fell to dust as he clung to it, and soon enough the rest of the diner followed, the walls and the ground shaking as though there were an earthquake, breaking and letting Sylar fall through, down in the darkness with only faint glimpses of other dreams to light the way until they were back in the Underground where they had started.

There was a quiet, satisfied smile playing on Road's lips. They all thought they were so much stronger than they really were. They all had a breaking point.