One, two, three, four, five. Turn, step.

One, two, three, four, five. Turn, step.

Featureless grey concrete. One wall made entirely of glass. No bare piping. One cot on each side, a toilet in the corner. And utter, utter darkness.

One, two, three, four, five.

Five steps across.

Mohinder is going to go crazy. Any more of this, ( Read more... )

Molly can count on one hand the number of times she’s really used her gun.

Once, the first time, was when a schizophrenic burst into the PI office. He started raving about a conspiracy, and the CIA sending watchdogs after him. Mohinder had tried to calm him down, but it didn’t work, and he hit Mohinder, knocked him unconscious.

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The couple is clearly worried. The woman’s mascara is applied too strong on one side; her eyes are lined in irritated red. She’s been crying. The man’s jaw looks as though it’s glued on, and his tie isn’t tied right.

Mohinder has learned - he knows how to recognize the signs, now.

“Can I help you?” Mohinder asks, with a reassuring smile.

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