And here's the eclipse, to explain why Sylar doesn't look remotely sunburned after an unknown amount of time wandering in the desert.

This week's episode title is superimposed over a glass slat on a lovely louvered window. From there, the camera pans down to Micah's sleeping face, which is about to be rudely awakened. As in, with a glass of water and his cousin Damon yelling, "Wake up, fool!" Sometimes "rude awakening" is not just an expression.

Time for breakfast and exposition at Nana's table. Damon says he needs $65. "That's funny, so do I," Nana smirks. Micah's other cousin, Monica, comes in all excited about going to work today. And why's she in such a great mood, despite the dorky Burger Bonanza uniform she's rocking? The fact that she aced the test for the regional manager training program. Wouldn't she have to start by being an assistant regional manager, or even an assistant to the regional manager? Damon decides this means he can hit her up for the $65 instead. Except not. Monica tells Nana that Damon only wants it for a wrestling pay-per-view. Wow, pay-per-view got expensive in the decades since I last paid attention. What's Damon's plan, to roll up three twenties and a five and then stick them into the coaxial cable? Monica guilts Damon about all the people living in FEMA trailers, and Nana says that Damon is better off watching an "educational" cooking show, like the one she's got on. Monica glances over at the screen as the TV chef carves a rose out of a tomato (shout-out?) and scoffs, "Who's got time to do that?" "Unfortunately, I do," says Nana. Monica cringes at her little faux pas and takes off for work. Damon hostilely wonders why Micah's smiling at him, and Micah says he might know a way to get the pay-per-view for Damon. Only without the pay. Damon's listening.

Swoosh from New Orleans to New York, where Mama Petrelli sits in her hospital bed and confesses to the murder of Kaito Nakamura. Matt remarks that Mama Petrelli's wounds were shown to be self-inflicted. Mama Petrelli calmly claims that her mental state at the time prompted her to attack herself. Matt's clearly got his doubts. And then those doubts are confirmed when he hears Mama Petrelli's voice inside his head: Write down the statement and let it go, Parkman. Matt's doubtful, but Mama Petrelli's ambiguous (and verbalized) declaration that "the only way out of this is for me to confess" is enough for Matt's partner Fuller, who heads out to start the paperwork. To Matt, Angela telepaths, If they keep digging, they will find out about all of us and what we can do? Let it go. Matt blinks like he's trying to let go of a stray eyelash.