Peter Petrelli

He couldn't stand to see her cry -- to be the cause of it -- and so he knew he had to bring her to Adam. Now. And of course, if he did it the way he planned to, she wouldn't actually know the location. Just in case that little niggly voice in the back of his head (the one that spoke with a Mancunian accent and reminded him from time to time that people weren't to be trusted) was right, and she was playing him.

He hated thinking that way about anyone, but he'd learned his lesson with his own mother and as much as what Marissa -- Mary -- was saying read true, there was still that tiny voice of doubt. He refused to even acknowledge the hint of fear that once Adam had his family back, he'd have no need of him...

So he nodded to Mary and told her, "Hang on tight, and don't be scared." Then he concentrated for a moment, feeling for Adam. He was at home in his apartment, and after a moment of thinking about others who might be visiting (Elle, Mom... and no, he was not going to think more about that at all. Ever.) he was relatively sure Adam was alone. He smiled, took Mary's hand and concentrated, teleporting to the hallway right outside Adam's apartment. "Are you okay?"

...Adam?