Get Peter. Mohinder stared at the door for a moment and actually thought about asking one of the soldiers for a key instead. Thankfully, the thought was dashed from his head almost immediately after it came to mind. Sometimes he did realise that his ideas weren't entirely fantastic.
Finding Peter still seemed impossible. He hadn't seen him since the man pushed him away that morning with a force all too like Sylar's for Mohinder's comfort. If he's still in that mood, who knew what might happen?
There were still soldiers running the dead from the upper classrooms to the makeshift morgue but no one seemed to think to stop him. Hopefully that meant being locked in hadn't been any executive order, just an attempt to protect him from the sick.
Soldiers sometimes didn't always think things through either.
Standing outside with his lab coat and his name tag, he looked from the field towards the main road across the parking lot still filled with cars from teenagers that never got to leave school that day or parents that initially, voluntarily, brought their families here.
He blinked when he saw Peter sitting against a tree within view of the tent, head in his hands, and rushed across the lot to him. "Peter--"
It still took him half an hour to get through to the man and therefore, to get back to Matt. He's somewhat surprised that Peter ends up taking the door from the hinges rather than simply unlock it but-- Well he supposed in the end that he might do the same. Picking a lock, even with telekinesis, sounded difficult.
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Get Peter. Mohinder stared at the door for a moment and actually thought about asking one of the soldiers for a key instead. Thankfully, the thought was dashed from his head almost immediately after it came to mind. Sometimes he did realise that his ideas weren't entirely fantastic.
Finding Peter still seemed impossible. He hadn't seen him since the man pushed him away that morning with a force all too like Sylar's for Mohinder's comfort. If he's still in that mood, who knew what might happen?
There were still soldiers running the dead from the upper classrooms to the makeshift morgue but no one seemed to think to stop him. Hopefully that meant being locked in hadn't been any executive order, just an attempt to protect him from the sick.
Soldiers sometimes didn't always think things through either.
Standing outside with his lab coat and his name tag, he looked from the field towards the main road across the parking lot still filled with cars from teenagers that never got to leave school that day or parents that initially, voluntarily, brought their families here.
He blinked when he saw Peter sitting against a tree within view of the tent, head in his hands, and rushed across the lot to him. "Peter--"
It still took him half an hour to get through to the man and therefore, to get back to Matt. He's somewhat surprised that Peter ends up taking the door from the hinges rather than simply unlock it but-- Well he supposed in the end that he might do the same. Picking a lock, even with telekinesis, sounded difficult.