Office hours, Sunday
Mohinder had stopped by the brunch in the park, and arrived to open his office balancing coffee on top of a plate that had decided onnastick was a great culinary invention.
The door was open; the books, maps and paperwork had been tidied away as best he could and Mohinder was reading the local New York news sites, searching for one that was reporting on his home universe. No, too bleak, wrong president, that one maybe, the sky certainly wasn't that colour last time...
[Open office/post]
The door was open; the books, maps and paperwork had been tidied away as best he could and Mohinder was reading the local New York news sites, searching for one that was reporting on his home universe. No, too bleak, wrong president, that one maybe, the sky certainly wasn't that colour last time...
[Open office/post]