Ugh. Ugh. Usually Sylar liked making a mess, but it was very inconvenient while trapped in a snowy town with no powers. He also wanted this to go quickly, but that was of lesser importance here.

He watched silently (finally) as Mohinder expired. With a sigh, he muttered, "Always gotta make things hard on me, huh, Doc?" But maybe it would be better when he came back. Despite the statistics he spouted at the scientist, he fully expected Mohinder would be back soon.

For now, he needed to cover this up. Thank goodness he picked up that bottle of vinegar back at his first house. Soaking his coat and gloves was not what he wanted to be doing with his day, but he went about it with a singular, detached focus. He scrubbed the blood on the floor out using the vinegar and the shoe insulation that Mohinder had given him. He moved Mohinder's body carefully out of sight.

None of it would get the blood out of the stitched on his coat or any small cracks in the floor, but it was good enough for distracted people whose focus was on the dying, not the dead. Sylar hoped the Joker would keep everyone too occupied for awhile, and resolutely didn't think of the possibility that his only connection to his home universe might not be coming back.