The Good Ol’ Days

I remember a time when life just seemed worth living. Hell, even death seemed worth living. Every week it seemed like something interesting was going on in my life.

Now, though, things are….unusual.

Claire went public with the news about her immortality, and every since that there’s been nothing for me to do. I mean, how am I supposed to protect a girl everyone knows is invincible? It made no sense when I did it before. She can’t be killed! But despite that, I protected her at all cost. That was in secret, though. Now, people will know and say of me, “Why does he waste so much time protecting someone who’s invincible, especially when he has another kid?”

“I have another kid?” I’d respond. I always forget about that one. Usually, I think they’re referring to the dog.

So, I was thinking that I should probably restart The Company. It’d be nice if I had a job to go to. I need something to occupy my time. If only I could qualify for a small business loan. Then, I could start my own company. We could sell paper and kidnap people. It would be a dream come true!

“Hello? Angela?” I called up the scary Petrelli matriarch.

“What is it, Noah?” she asked.

“I have a great idea for a new business. I was thinking I’d let you in as our first investor. It’s a spectacular opportunity!”

“Fine,” she sighed, “humor me.”

“Alright, so here’s the deal: It would be a paper company, stationed in Texas, but, and here’s the good part, in addition to selling paper, we can kidnap people!”

“It’s been tried, Noah,” she said in her snarky midtown way, “and it blew up.”

“I hear you.” Thinking quick on my feet, I pitched another killer idea, “How about we start a school for people with abilities.”

“I’m fairly certain that’s straight out of a comic book,” she moaned. “This is becoming tedious, Noah. I really should return to my sitting ominously in a large and empty room.”

“One more idea,” I quickly said, hoping I could come up with something good. Stalling, I asked her about her day. However, she told me to get on with it, so I went with the best thing I could come up with. “Let’s buy an island.”

“An island?” she asked.

“Off the coast of Costa Rica. We could lease it from the government there and spend a couple of years setting up a kind of biological preserve. The attractions would drive kids out of their mind, and not just kids, everyone!”

“What are those?” she inquired, obviously hooked.

“Small versions of adults, Mom,” Peter’s voice said on the other end.

“They’re right up your alley,” I answered.

“He’s saying you’re a dinosaur,” Peter interjected again. “It’s the plot of Jurassic Park.”

Long story short, I didn’t get the Petrelli investment. But I’ll refine my business plan and give it another go. I’ve already proven myself as a capable business man. I mean, I practically wear nothing but business suits! How more capable can one get?