On the bright side, it’s the end of Volume 3 which was almost as bad as Volume 2.
So kids. What did we learn in this episode?
- Tracy kicks ass and Nathan can’t protect himself.
- Umm. The president is black?
- Daphne is the only one that can get shit done.
- Mohinder is still whiny and scaly. Then not scaly. Then scaly. Then not. I am convinced it’s really herpes.
- FireMommy dies.
- Claire is more like her daddy than she likes to believe.
- Sylar is a badass. And possibly dead. But we all know he’s not. Since spoilers for Volume 4 have been released and he’s still in the cast. Thank god for small mercies.
- Peter injects himself with the formula to save Nathan’s ass and flies them away to safety but Nathan being the ungrateful prick says, “I wouldn’t have done the same”, throws up the deuce and flies off.
- Ando injects himself with the formula to save Hiro and the injectino made him a super battery charger. Which super charged Daphne to go in the past to save Hiro. Which they completely tried to justify with Einstein’s time/space theory. Whatevs. As long as we get shit done around here.
So where are we with volume 4? Nathan is gathering up the specials, and using his powers as a US Senator [you know. Like REAL life? The lives they led before this clusterfuck of volumes?] to put them all in a special facility. I take it that the President does NOT know that Nathan is also ‘one of them’. But as Sylar/Nathan in the Oval Office [reference Volume 1] once said, “I fly. I’m hardly dangerous.” Creepy.
Spoilers for Volume 4 include Peter being a paramedic, Sylar meeting his father, and Claire looking for colleges. That’s a nice bit of normalcy for ya. Back to square one, ordinary people with extraordinary powers.
PS. I do like the references to season 1. Remember when Sylar and Peter were in the face off in the “Five Years Gone” episode? Sylar had said, “When I killed Nathan, he had already turned against his own kind.” Foreshadowing much? Nice touch writers. I’m sure it was a fluke.
Save the cheerleader. Save the world.
