Sharp, painful indecision twisted his heart. The last thing Sam wanted was for anything to suffer or die for his sake. He'd had enough of that in his own world, when it had been Maryann coming after him. When Tommy had faced werewolves in his place, and died for it.

But if he stayed here, Sylar would kill him. Painfully. ...And Edgeworth wouldn't know the threat this man posed. If he was going to warn him, he'd have to survive this. Sam didn't want to die. He wasn't ready.

He was sorry, Gizmo.

Four heavily-muscled, invisible legs carry him out of the room and into the hallway, racing the back bedroom - and more importantly, its wide window.

Whether or not Sylar had superhero in his bundle of stolen powers, he'd hear the crash of broken glass as Sam shoved a hellhound's weight against the window, growing wings.