Mohinder upended the pills and watched them fall. 'You're not doing it.' A couple of them scattered on the grey-pink bathroom tiles and he ducked down to pick them up. 'You're not testing those things on her.' The last few barely made a splash as they fell into the water and sank. 'Just throw them away.'

( And then his day got better/worse (please delete as applicable) )

"It's larger than the apartment back in New York," replied Mohinder, caught up in the remains of an earlier argument, as he unlocked and opened the door ( Read more... )

The journey was fine. A little long, perhaps, but he'd been convinced it was necessary. Bennet's reaction to a simple phone call had been proof enough of that. Bob might or might not be dangerous, but the Company were, and Mohinder - goals in mind - had practiced enough at the mental gymnastics to --separate, if not quite forget he was part of it ( Read more... )

Mohinder was glad of his spare set of keys, he'd left the originals in his other body - presumably wandering somewhere in Fandom. He'd had a chance to clean up - still a trace of awkwardness in limbs that didn't quite fit - before he headed up to the roof ( Read more... )

Monday had lost any hope of quietitude when he'd awoken bleary-eyed - was it possible to get jet-lag from a portal? - and was ambushed by a enthusiastic hug and high-pitched 'Mohinder!' from Molly. She looked a little tired as she stared up at the two adults, saying, "I don't really need to go to school today."

( Scenes from New York )