Oct 03, 2008 14:21
Mohinder reached into his jacket's inside pocket for his keys. Then his other two coat pockets. He searched his jeans pockets, quickly patted himself down and then repeated the sequence.
When it became apparent that this wouldn't cause the key to his office to spontaneously manifest, Mohinder frowned and briefly toyed with the idea of using this as an excuse to call home. Instead he sat cross-legged in the corridor, laptop balanced on his lap and his back leaning against his door.
Apparently Mohinder was holding corridor hours today.
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