Nathan's back in his hospital bed, and wakes to find Peter in the chair next to him. The pancake makeup has lessened, but he still looks crappy for him, which would of course be a good day for most of the rest of us. Peter shows him a newspaper with a banner headline about his miraculous recovery, and Nathan closes his eyes exhaustedly. "I thought I dreamed that." He tells Peter that God saved him, which seems like as good an excuse as any for Peter to come a lot closer for really no reason at all and point out that there are a lot of people with extraordinary abilities, and he himself came back from the dead. Nathan puts a hand on Peter's shoulder: "And who's to say this isn't the hand of God?" I'll just leave that one alone. His point is that they could be angels, there to do God's bidding, and if that's true let's grab a pin and get the answer to Sylar's question from earlier. Peter looks at Nathan and asks what happened to the idea of telling the world about them. Nathan: "Well, we couldn't be angels if everyone knew, now could we?" Nathan pretty clearly needs a nap, so it's nice that he passes out immediately, leaving Peter the opportunity to say that he doesn't expect Nathan to understand what he did to him, but he hopes someday he'll forgive him. He kisses his brother again, and when you think about how many takes they must do to film this show, you have to wonder if there's a permanent imprint of Milo Ventimiglia's lips on Adrian Pasdar's forehead. Peter leaves, but just when you think we're going to cut out of the scene, we stay on Nathan for a while, and then pan right again to reveal...LINDERMAN! WOW! That was completely unexpected and totally rocked my world. Nathan realizes that Linderman's the one that healed him, and Malcolm McDowell's authoritative voice intones, "There's a divinity that shapes our ends, rough hew them how we will. It seems you and I are meant for great things, Nathan. Great things indeed." Awesome!
Some expensive-looking guy in his fifties is watching a news bulletin from the reporter from earlier, and he calls to "Tracy" that he thinks they've found their man. She calls in, "Isn't that my job, Governor?" and when her scantily-clad ass appears, we see that it's Ali Larter. She doesn't seem to recognize Nathan from his image on the TV, asking his name as she sits with the Governor in a very familiar manner. When he tells her, she smiles. "I like him." No need for a white cane, then.