Mohinder was dead on his feet when he got back to the apartment. He had slept at some point over the past week, he was sure of it. Molly had had a bad week of it - calling out in her sleep even without waking - and they were almost out of options short of calling in the cavalry ( Read more... )

Mohinder was sure that the Oregon airport was a fine example of its kind. Just one he'd never planned on visiting ( Read more... )

"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... )

Mohinder's break had started well.

( Christmas Eve )