Within ten steps, his vision's cleared and his steps have steadied -- at least, enough to move a little faster. Sylar tucks the case closer and lengthens his stride.

There's another door at the end of the hall: an emergency exit, leading out to the alley, presumably. Its alarm's been half torn out; for now, he'll have to take that as enough reassurance that it's broken.

Only for now.

He rams his shoulder into the door and stumbles through.

As it turns out, it doesn't lead to the alley after all.