[Sherlock Holmes is dead again. Ever since last night when he'd watched it and lost his tablet as a result, John has been feeling numb, almost detached from his own body. He moves to a different house.
'Keep moving.'
Of all the rules for surviving in Norfinbury, that one has become the most ingrained. It was a rule in Afghanistan, too. If you can move, keep moving, no matter what. He doesn't get very far, and when he arrives at the new house, he just drops his pack in the corner of the living room, sits down and does absolutely nothing. John lets his mind blank out as he stares ahead, not seeing anything.
He could have stopped this, but he'd decided trying to meet up with the Joker and get rid of him was more important. He could have stopped this, but he'd relied on Sylar to be more persuasive. If anyone enters, he won't acknowledge them first. Just sit there with his back to the wall, curled against his pack. There's a cat hair-covered blanket on his shoulders.]
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'Keep moving.'
Of all the rules for surviving in Norfinbury, that one has become the most ingrained. It was a rule in Afghanistan, too. If you can move, keep moving, no matter what. He doesn't get very far, and when he arrives at the new house, he just drops his pack in the corner of the living room, sits down and does absolutely nothing. John lets his mind blank out as he stares ahead, not seeing anything.
He could have stopped this, but he'd decided trying to meet up with the Joker and get rid of him was more important. He could have stopped this, but he'd relied on Sylar to be more persuasive. If anyone enters, he won't acknowledge them first. Just sit there with his back to the wall, curled against his pack. There's a cat hair-covered blanket on his shoulders.]