I am preparing an ark.
The Ark of the Covenant. You can call me Noah, bitch!
A storm is coming. The floodgates will be opened.
The cities - they will wake up. The cities will rise.
The skies will split open, rendered by thunder and lightning.
The earth shall open, cracked by fire and brimstone.
Save the hos, save the world.
Call me Arthur Petrelli. Or possibly Gabriel Grey.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
