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[smileforaliving.livejournal.com]

[New York City is all around him, a mixture of loud noise and constant movement. He's standing in the middle of the sidewalk, holding a piece of paper and scanning the crowd.

And there she is.]

Kate! [He starts running after her, pushing people aside as he goes.] Kate, wait!

[He runs faster and faster, following her through the streets, darting into alleys and making sharp turns but he can never quite reach her, no matter how fast he goes.

His lungs are burning, his legs ache but he keeps moving, taking another quick turn and nearly crashing into a brick wall.

A wall. A wall with no other exits in immediate view and too high to climb.]

...Kate?

[He looks around, expression momentarily helpless.]

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[waterfell.livejournal.com]

Up here!

[There is a girl sitting on top of the wall, legs dangling over the side. She is not, however, Kate. She is a Japanese girl, or young woman, perhaps in her late teens.]

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

[sup Sylar is leaning against the wall you just crashed into.]

I've tried running through walls. Usually doesn't work out.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

She's not here. [Buffy says sadly, appearing just behind him. She thinks she hates living here the most when things like this happen. She hates the explaining.]

[burkethejerk.livejournal.com]

[Of course he'd be witness to this. Peter's only there for the very end of the chase, to see Neal turn and run into a dead end, and he doesn't see what he's following, but the expression on Neal's face leaves Peter pretty certain what he's running after even before he says her name.

The fact that he isn't surprised in the least does nothing to lessen the disappointment in his expression as he takes a few steps closer.] She's not here.

[moonlit-voice.livejournal.com]

Oops. Looks like you lost her. [Says a strange and quite possible inhuman man who seems to have appeared right next to him all of a sudden.] Was she important?

[guiltapalooza]

[This is a dream, so Willow doesn't question anything. She's standing in the corner of the alley, her nose in a book, the title vague and unreadable at the moment. She looks up at him, visibly concerned.]

I'm sorry, she's not here. You just missed her.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Yeah, Peter uses these back alleys to get back home after work. What, that's not weird at all. It's way weirder that this guy practically runs into him, because that never happens in New York. ]

--Hey, you okay?