Where has our favourite Mohinder been?

After weeks of neglect, those pesky humans finally forgot about me after I had fulfilled my service to them as a loving companion for years. I couldn't blame Father, though, he bit the dust (maybe I would see him soon at this rate). So, after much brooding and consideration, I perched on the window sil, ready to meet my destiny. For a fleeting second I felt as if I could fly (like Petrelli) and decided to test my impulse. I could not, but as the cold, hard ground rushed towards me, I felt strangely satisfied that I would at least make a magnificent end for myself... but it was not to be. Large, inexperienced fingers gripped me by the tail. The owner of the offending hand cooed, "omg! hey there little guy!!!!1111 sylar's gonna take u home!" Disgusted with my foiled plan of self-destruction, I closed my eyes and bit into the ugly hand. Let me go! The human, Sylar (a former human companion of Father's), only laughed at my attempt and promptly stuffed me into his coat. When I awoke, I found myself in yet another glass prison, Sylar's nose pressed against the other side of the glass. I wonder if he recognized me. Probably not. I felt like gagging but was interrupted by a familiar chirping. Just then a cricket was deposited into my new home. How did he know?! ^_^ 'Sylar,' I thought, 'I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.'