Mohinder wasn't looking forward to this last shift - not after his earlier one. What was it about this place? Why were there patients here claiming to be people he knew that clearly weren't? He was here for a reason, surely. He had to figure this out ( Read more... )

Mohinder wasn't sure what to think about the Institute at this point. Clearly the patients had reason enough to be there, but the circumstances surrounding the cases were just odd in general - and that was saying something coming from him. He hadn't yet had the opportunity to look over some of the other patient files in the event that there were ( Read more... )

Mohinder still believed that his session with the man who thought himself to be Peter Petrelli could have gone better than it had. He had to tell himself that it could have also gone much, much worse. As it was, Ethan hadn't thrown a fit and they'd parted ways peaceably. That was as much as he could ask for, really ( Read more... )

The office looked quite a bit more cozy now. His books had been almost completely placed on the shelves (including a copy of his father's, which might have been a somewhat risky addition given the patients here, but he couldn't rightly leave it out). The desk was free of paperwork and the patient's chair now matched his own, both being rather ( Read more... )

The previous couple sessions hadn't gone too poorly, so Mohinder had better hopes for this next one. He took the short time between lunch and the arrival of his third patient of the day to set a few more things up around the room. The sooner he could get rid of all these boxes, the better ( Read more... )

Mohinder adjusted the setting on the lamp in the corner of his office one more time. The idea was to give the place a comfortable atmosphere, and while he generally liked things a bit on the dim side, he didn't want anyone who preferred otherwise to think they were stepping into the Batcave. Satisfied at last, he moved back to his desk and ( Read more... )