Looking sadly over the wreckage, Hiro knew in his heart what he must do.
One last time, he squinted his eyes, focused his mind and, around him, time bent to his will, sending him spiralling back, this time to 2006. He arriving at the gates of the NBC building.
For once, his powers had worked in exactly the way he had wished them to. He took this as a positive portent.
Sneaking in was no difficulty for him, as everyone in the building thought they knew him. He raced about the building, desperately searching for the only man who could prevent so much pain, finally finding him in an office, hunched in front of a computer, putting the finishing touches on a script. Tim Kring looked up at him, surprised.
“Masi? You’re supposed to be on set, what’s going on?”
“No, I’m not supposed to be on set. I’m not the man you think I am. My name is Hiro Nakamura, and I’m here with a very important message. You have to cancel Heroes, cancel it now! It needs to end it after it’s first season, or there will be great suffering.”
“Cancel Heroes after season one, save it’s legacy.”
Hiro turned and left the room. He could only pray his warning would be heeded.