Peter was one of the rarer kind of people that actually enjoyed coming into the Sorting Room. With the muffling amulet that Rachel had made him, it was easier to wander around and not be paranoid of picking up new and potentially disturbing powers.

Except today, he wandered into the Sorting Room - a friendly enough smile on his face, which promptly froze as soon as he spotted the new applicant. Oh god. That was... no, it wasn't Sylar. Well, unless Sylar had suddenly become incredibly gay.

Still stunned, Peter wandered up to the applicant and couldn't help staring like a bit of an idiot. "Wow," he rubbed the back of his head, a sheepish grin crossing his expression. "Sorry, but you're the spitting image of someone I know." This guy really did have an evil twin. Creepy. "Also, what's Furcadia?"