Hi, I’m here. Show sucks.
I’m not even sure where to start it this week, so let’s just go with Sylar and his ridiculous change of heart. Okay, hmm. So this woman, who is known for manipulating the hell out of everyone, tells you that you’re her son, and you just roll with it? Nice. Good thing you cut open the head of some New Yorker earlier to learn his accent. Because, you know, an accent is apparently all the credential you need these days to prove that you’re an FBI agent.
Hiro is still a retard. “Hmm, my powers aren’t working. Okay, let’s go in there.” What a dipshit. And way to, again, not stop time and get your shit stolen.
“There’s another half!?” No, Ando. I guess the paper and its picture being torn in half the first time you saw it would imply that the whole thing was in front of you.
Meanwhile, who locks their doors in New Orleans? Tracy just rolls right into some stranger’s house, and Micah (ah, good ol’ useless, time-wasting Micah) returns to us. I like how he can’t talk to his computer without opening a bunch of pop-ups. I didn’t even know they made computers with infinite RAM. Good thing Dr. Zimmerman made a bunch of mutants who look exactly the same and sent them off into the real world, where they could easily meet or find out about each other.
And I guess an iPod is all the rage in Africa these days too. Plus, music is all you need to be able to paint the future.
And, oh yes, Claire. The air must be getting pretty thin in there. It’s so thin that the other lady doesn’t even need to breathe, apparently. Let’s forget about all that and use cheerleading practice as your excuse to ditch your family for sketchy reasons again, though. What a lucky coinky-dink you just remembered that you had a retreat right after you said you wanted to leave to enact your revenge on Sylar! That HAS to be the only reason you would leave. Nevermind that the last two times you did the same exact thing.
Next week on Heroes: nothing fucking happens.
