Office hours, Friday

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Mohinder was hunched over a map of the islands currently surrounding Fandom, with a laptop open to an airline website and intently chewing the end of a pen. Getting to Haiti looked to be fairly simple, it was persuading anyone who might care to look that he'd started his journey in Virginia.

He was concentraing on the work in front of him, and not the ajar door, but Mohinder was around if needed.

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