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Matt Parkman & Molly Walker, Ney York, NY
It was almost a week later when Mohinder called Matt back. He’d just finished his tour and had one final stop in Dublin, Ireland before making his return to New York. Molly had been ecstatic and relieved when she heard the news, knowing that this meant that Mohinder would be cooking again.
The day for Mohinder’s return finally came, marked by a phone call from the scientist in question. Matt kept Molly home that day and skipped work himself, the anticipation of the man’s arrival killing the two. Hours later, after many card games, movies, and prank phone calls, Molly’s head finally snapped up in excitement.
“He’s here!” she exclaimed. Matt hung his phone up mid-prank and looked at the girl curiously. Sure enough, a moment later, his phone started playing the eerie tune that was set as Suresh’s. Parkman flipped the dark blue phone open again and pressed it against his ear.
“Hey, Mohinder,” he said in a cheerful tone.
“Hello, Matthew,” the man said, his voice tired. “My plane just landed.”
“Yeah, I know,” he told the other. “Molly told me.”
The man’s laugh came through the phone, a light ringing sound. “Is that so?” he asked. “How’s she doing?”
“The same,” the older man professed. “So do you want us to pick you up?”
“Please.”
“We’re on our way.”
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Maya & Alejandro Herrera, Ciudad Victoria, Mexico
The road was long and weary, but Alejandro stuck to it, dodging police patrols and staying off main roads. He’d learned his lesson about trusting strange people that night that he’d tried meeting with the coyote to take his sister and himself to the border. They’d been driving a good long while after that, landing in Ciudad Victoria sometime that morning. They were almost at the city limits and, according to the map, were about to hit the border in a few hours.
He looked over at his sister and smiled. The younger woman was sleeping, her head cradled against the seat and window. The troubled expression that haunted her face when she was lucid was gone, favoring a much dreamier look. It suited her far better, he thought.
As they headed through the mountains that marked the end of Victoria, the woman finally woke up. “¿Dónde estamos?” she inquired sleepily. Her body shifted as she brought herself into a sitting position. She rubbed her eyes and smiled a bit at the sight of the misty tropical mountains surrounding them.
“Victoria, hermana,” he told her. “Estamos casi allí.” She nodded and shifted again. It was almost over. Or, it was just beginning, if one looked at it from the other side of the spectrum.
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Mohinder Suresh, Matt Parkman, & Molly Walker, Manhattan, New York
“…which nobody can deny,” Molly and Mohinder finished loudly. They were all in a restaurant somewhere in Manhattan, celebrating the promotion Matt had gotten. The man couldn’t have asked for a more welcoming atmosphere if Janice and his soon-to-be son were there. Matt pushed away dark thoughts and focused on the positive. He’d sacrificed so much to protect Molly. His wife had understood, and had even been the one to offer divorce. Sure, the woman had loved him, but their path had been too rocky, and the added pressure of having to look out for Janice, his child, Molly, and Mohinder was too much for a relationship such as theirs to last for long.
Is there something wrong? The lilting telepathic voice of his friend inquired. Matt looked up and shook his head.
“No, Mohinder. I just wish Janice were here to see it,” he confessed. Mohinder gave a knowing nod. “So, how was the tour?” he asked, changing subjects.
“It was how I expected it would be,” Mohinder said off-handedly.
“Thought you were whacko, huh?” Molly asked. Matt shot the young girl a look, but Mohinder replied to her without the slightest hint of offense.
“Basically,” the man told him. “The tour did nothing to further the awareness of evolved humans, but that is to be expected. People won’t believe what they hear until they see for themselves.”
“So we don’t count?” Matt asked jokingly. The scientist turned to the man, his face looking offended.
“Of course you and Molly count, Matthew,” the man said. Molly snickered and Mohinder looked at her, curious. “What is it?” he asked.
“He was joking, Mohinder,” she told him. “Where’d your sense of humor go?”
“He probably left it in Africa on accident,” he told her. “Some poor family there is now probably dealing with it.”
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It was a few hours later, and the night had well gone into its dark hours, when even New York had a relative amount of silence to it. Molly had gone to bed, as did Mohinder. Matt couldn’t sleep, though, even with the man now safely in bed. He was outside, on the roof of the apartment building they were staying in. looking up at the clear night sky, searching for al he was worth, for a star. He hadn’t seen one since moving to this city, and, granted, it was rare seeing one in LA, there was still the occasion where one might spot one.
Cold night, a familiar voice called out. Matt turned around to see Mohinder standing at the door to the roof with a coat on. Matt smiled and motioned for the man to come over.
“How are things?” he asked as the man finally made his way to the ledge next to him. Mohinder looked at him, his face almost haggard. Matt’s expression softened as he saw the look.
“Not good, Matthew,” he told him. “The Company knew about what we were doing here.”
“We thought as much,” he reminded the man.
“I know, but they made it seem as if they were letting us watch over Molly, as if we were doing them a service. It was like we never killed Mr. Linderman.” He told him.
“We didn’t,” he reminded him. “D.L. and Niki did.”
“But we helped them.” The man’s face seemed to grow sadder with each word. “I’m…I’m just scared, is all. I’m scared of what will happen to us, or Molly, or Bennet and Claire, or Niki and Micah. There’s just so much that could go wrong.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Matt reassured the man. He put a soothing hand on the man’s shoulder. “Everything’s going to be ok. Remember, we’re all in on this together. We took them down once already. We can do it again.”
Mohinder smiled. “Thank you for listening.” Matt nodded.
“So what is it you wanted to tell me last time we talked that you couldn’t say on the phone?” Mohinder lowered his head at this, but was unable to say anything as a loud echoing scream broke into his mind.
“Oh shit,” he cursed, running to the door and back down to the apartment. He threw the door open, nearly toppling over various delicate items as he raced to Molly’s room.
Stop it! Her voice begged out over a guttural and sinister cackle. Leave me alone!
Matt shook the girl awake, and in a moment’s notice, her arms were wrapped around his shoulders, her breath coming out in short gasps. “Everything’s going to be ok,” he told the girl. “Don’t be scared. Everything’s going to be…”
I can see you, the voice echoed in his head, taunting the man. A chill ran down his spine as he tried to comfort the girl.
“…fine."