[visual] An insincere friend is more to be feared than a wild beast...

[chase_evolution]

The video clearly showed Mohinder lying on the floor of his room in Dr. Magnus' Sanctuary. He was wrapped up in fabric- at first it looked like it may be a blanket, but the material was far too coarse, and the buckles gave it away. A straight jacket. The paper-thin blue hospital pants and cheap white keds completed the outfit

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[voice]

[aregulargirl]

Mohinder?

[max has only met the guy once, but he'd been nice to her and helped her out when she couldn't help herself, and in her book, that means she owes him one. so she's now heading out of her apartment to go find him and help him out.]

Mohinder, my name is Max. Do you remember me?

[ visual ]

[chase_evolution]

At the sound of her voice- and especially someone else's voice saying his name- Mohinder's eyes widened. He seemed to be searching for the source, but his eyes just wouldn't focus. "Max...?" He blinked so hard he was practically wincing. "What...you know I'm Mohinder."

He took as deep a breath as he could manage, trying to get his mind to work again. "I have to...help me get out of here?"

[ voice/visual ]

[aregulargirl]

Yeah. You helped me out once, after I'd been attacked. You're back in Taxon, do you remember where that is?

Here -

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- and then the feed switched from voice to visual so Mohinder would be able to see her face, once he could focus on the tablet's screen. Right then, she looked pretty worried.

"I'm on my way to you now."

[ visual ]

[chase_evolution]

It takes a moment, but the word Taxon helps. He remembers that better than he remembers individual people. "Taxon...?"

The light coming on the tablet just cinches it. He does know her. "Max. Oh, thank you....I've no idea...how long I've been in that asylum."

[ visual ]

[hercandleguides]

Leila has no idea what she's seeing here. As far as she knows, this man could legitimately be psychotic (insisting he's not is not actually evidence), but given Taxon thus far, she's willing to take the risk of initiating communication. She doesn't think that he can see her, but her voice is clear, as reassuring as she can make it, and that's actually not too bad.

"Sir? My name is Dr. Leila Yilmaz. You're in a city called Taxon. I need you to try and focus on my voice. You said your name is Mohinder Suresh?"

[ visual ]

[chase_evolution]

He doesn't see her, but the voice is unfamiliar and far less harsh than usual. Perhaps they're actually trying a therapy session. But no...the woman mentioned Taxon. It's that word that he focuses on and tries to make sense of.

"Taxon...? Oh, that's...it's wonderful, so long as I'm out. Doctor, are you...what sort of doctor are you?" He's much more coherent when he's not heavily drugged, Leila, promise.

[ visual ]

[hercandleguides]

She's imagining as much, and wonders exactly what circumstances led to his being locked in that jacket--Leila doesn't let herself dwell on it for long, adjusting the tablet in her hands. "I'm in bioengineering. Supposed to be at the Institute in Singapore by now, actually, but--Taxon."

Technically she doesn't have her official doctorate in terms of the mundane world, but Etherites have an equivalent education and honorary doctorate, anyway, so even though she's twenty-five, she apparently sees no reason not to insist she's deserving of the title in Taxon. "I can't tell where you are, but I could try and track it--do you need someone to come and get you?"

[ visual ]

[chase_evolution]

He looks up over his head, then down at his feet. When he finally gives up and stares straight ahead, he thinks he might see where the sound is coming from. "Bioengineering...I'm a geneticist. Chennai University...although not lately." Which is probably obvious.

"I don't know..." He looks around around again, then shakes his head. "Bedroom? I think someone's coming...Max. Do you know a Max?" He winces again, then shakes his head, trying to clear the drugs from his system. It feels like he's fighting his way out of a heavy current.

[ visual ]

[adpartesdolent]

Did someone call for a doctor? Because there's one right here, and he's very very concerned. This sort of thing smacks of the Alliance, and with Mal's disappearance it's worrisome indeed.

Keeping his face and voice calm, Simon flips on his tablet to visual. "Mohinder? My name is Simon, I'm a doctor." He glances over at the drawer he keeps he sedatives in. Maybe a house call is in order. "Can you tell me where you are?" Not where you think you are, although if the man is anywhere close to lucid that's the next question.

[ visual ]

[chase_evolution]

Mohinder has had too many orderlies around lately, but the doctors would usually come in while he was completely out. Simon's identification does not raise his hackles.

He's a little more together now. He understands where the voices are coming from, and he turns toward the tablet. "I'm...not sure. Some sort of bedroom...might be mine. Can't remember..." The drugs were still wreaking havoc with his memory. The fact that they were supposed to help him remember who he 'really' was something that had annoyed him, the few times he'd been able to thing. "Can you find me...?"

[ visual ]

[adpartesdolent]

With a few deft movements, Simon locates Mohinder on his tablet. It's not too far; a short ride on the trams and he can be there, easily. River's... lucid enough, despite the lack of Mal hitting her hard. It could be the calming influence of having a friend, although what's calming about a teenage girl, he doesn't know. (Especially that teenage girl.)

"Yes. I need to you to continue speaking to me, can you do that?" He raises his voice just slightly, in order to be heard while across the room, grabbing a few things from his finally fully stocked drawers and loading them into a bag. "Tell me about your work, where you grew up, favorite hobbies. Anything, I just need you to stay engaged."

[ visual ]

[chase_evolution]

"Sure," he says, with a vague expression- it may be a smile or a grimace. "Not exactly wanting to sleep anymore, for some reason."

He tries to think of what he could talk about, eventually landing on the same subject he always does. "I grew up in Chennai- India...I was a geneticist there, until a couple years ago...I research the genes that activate special abilities in others. But I stopped..." He closes his eyes for a moment and sighs. "It was my father's work," he says, as if that explains it. "Who...other than Simon, who are you?" He doesn't remember this man, not that that means much at the moment.

[voice] /JUMPS ON THIS LIKE MAD.

[notanemptymotto]

Suresh?

[ visual ]

[chase_evolution]

He rolled, somewhat surprised that he actually recognized the voice.

"Doctor...Magnus?" he asked. A small, desperate smile appeared on his face. "You've no idea how...happy I am to hear your voice..."

[ voice ]

[notanemptymotto]

Why? You see me quite often.

[ visual ]

[chase_evolution]

That actually got a weak laugh out of him, and then he shook his head.

"Suppose it was my turn for memories...and I got drugs in my system to go along with them." Not to mention the straight jacket. "Feels like months to me."

[visual]

[godlikesin]

"Of all the people I thought would end up in the loony bin, you weren't among the top ten, Mohinder," Sylar drawled, a tinge of quiet amusement in his voice that was present mostly from being able to see that Mohinder wasn't in any immediate distress. Even if he did seem quite out of it, that was hardly life threatening. Perhaps he was feeling a small -- utterly small -- hint of vindication at seeing Mohinder pumped full of drugs. But he was doing his best to ignore its presence. It was hardly conducive to his attempt at a kinder, gentler self.

But it still felt horribly good.

"Nakamura's responsible then? Somehow, I'm not surprised."

[visual]

[chase_evolution]

"Sylar?" Mohinder may have been still so drugged he was drifting in and out, but he could still easily hear that amusement in Sylar's voice. It made him frown, vaguely. He shifted around in his position on the floor to try and focus on the tablet, but eventually realized how silly he looked and gave up.

"Hiro didn't have his priorities in order..." Damn, he had a second part to that sentence, something cutting, but it flew away while he was focusing on the first part.

"Aren't you supposed to be dead?" he asked, more out of frustration with himself than anything else. He could tell he was missing memories, that things weren't matching up as they should. It'll come back quickly, along with the rest of his cognitive and motor skills- but that was hardly comforting at the moment.

[visual]

[godlikesin]

"Again, not surprised," Sylar said, snorting as he stared down at the tablet. "Let me guess. It had something to do with a redhead named Charlie?" He asked, the sarcasm practically dripping from his tone. That boy seemed to be completely ga-ga in a bad way when it came to that girl. Not that Sylar could completely blame him. She'd been pretty cute, but still, stuffing a known serial killer in the under carriage of a bus seemed a bit suicidal even for someone with the desperation of love nipping at their heels.

"And you are behind, aren't you? I'm not dead. Never was," He said, chuckling. "Just another brilliant plan from those that brought you The Company and Building 26."

[visual]

[chase_evolution]

Mohinder had to think about that one for a moment. "Yes. How did you know?" As far as Mohinder knew, Sylar hadn't had anything to do with Charlie. It was Samuel that had put her in danger.

"You're not...but..." Before the words 'I watched you burn' came out of his mouth, he remembered saying them before. It had something to do with Nathan, why Sylar hadn't died. Nathan had died instead. He closed his eyes and sighed. "It would be them. If it's not you, it's them."