On the roof he finds a guy about to jump. He loudly screams, "Don't jump!," scaring the guy almost to the point that he might fall. He didn't call Hiro for help, though; he wanted a witness to his death. Hiro recognizes the guy from accounting, but the guy says he was actually fired months ago, but he snuck back into the building. He says that he gets up every morning and pretends to go to work, because he's embarrassed. Hiro tells him it's not shameful to lose your job (especially in this economy!), but the guy says the way he lost it is shameful. He admits to Hiro that he used the copy machine to photocopy his butt. Hiro laughs, and thinks it's not that bad, but the guy says his family was so ashamed when they found out he was fired (which was apparently today, and that's why he's killing himself? I wish it didn't matter, but since it's Hiro's only storyline this episode, it sort of does), so he jumps. Hiro stops time while the guy's free-falling. Opening titles. Commercials. Am I the only one who thinks Mike Delfino and the Muppets are a weird pairing to promote... well, anything, actually?
Nathan's office in D.C. Angela shows up with a box overflowing with stuff. He asks if she's cleaning out the garage, and she says she is. Then she came all the way from New York with an open box of crap, all trophies and tennis rackets sticking out. She says that she's been thinking about how he can't remember his life, so she brought him this box of stuff. He looks at it and says he doesn't recognize it, but then she hands him a toy airplane and says it used to be his favorite toy. He picks it up and remembers where it came from, because of that power Angela so generously (and grossly) granted Sylar. Then he picks up a baseball cap and sees a girl fall into a pool, bleeding from the head. Angela asks him what's wrong, and he pretends nothing.
The governor wonders what's happened to Tracy, and she says it was complicated family stuff, but it's over and she's back, and she's looking for work. He says she's not anymore, since he can use her work back in New York. He needs someone who can charm regulators, cut corners, ease legislation through the minefields. He says it's right up her alley, and she says it's not a problem. He holds her hand and asks her to have dinner with him tonight to discuss the particulars, then tells her how happy he is to have his "tiger lady" back. He walks off and her smile turns to a furrowed brow. Uh-oh, could our dear Tracy have developed a conscience along with that water?