Soaring through the clouds had always been the best part of what he could do. Flying was a pleasure that had never faded. Clark only wished that there was some way he could do it during the day without worrying about being seen.

He had to be so careful landing in the city. People stared out of the window on high rise office buildings all the time, and all it took was one and he’d have to move again.

Worse, he might get that feeling of being watched again. It had been happening more and more often lately, and with his father’s warnings of vivisections in his mind, he knew he’d have to tread carefully.

He soared through the air, careful not to move too fast. One incident of having his clothes ripped off was enough. The bulkier clothes were the worst; some of them actually started to singe.

Clark headed down as quickly as he safely could. It was only at the last minute that he noticed the figure that was flying through the dark near him.

He could see the other man’s eyes widen in horror as they flew directly into an intersecting path.

Clark twisted and turned. Such was his momentum that he found himself hurtling toward a skyscraper at speeds approaching that of sound.

He only managed to stop an inch from the glass. He looked up to see a small girl staring up at him. Before she could shout, he put a finger to his lip and sank out of sight.

His hat was gone, and there was no sight of the other man.

Clark found his mind whirling. He wasn’t alone in the world! There were people with answers. Perhaps he had family.

No matter where he looked, he couldn’t find the mysterious flying man.

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There was something familiar about the politician on the podium. Announcing his candidacy Nathan Petrelli looked every bit the smooth career politician.

It took a moment, and then Clark got it.

He spoke up with a question. “So you plan to run on a platform of honesty and openness. Does that mean you have no secrets?”

Petrelli paled as he caught sight of Clark’s face. It only lasted for a fraction of a second before he said, “Everyone has secrets. I’m just trying to limit mine to my grandmother’s cookie recipes.”

He ended the press conference shortly later.

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No matter how Clark tried, he couldn’t seem to get a moment alone with Nathan Petrelli.

The man was dodging him.

It didn’t matter. Clark was good at waiting. Just knowing that he wasn’t alone made al the difference.