"It was Noah Bennet." He could easily have told Matt these things in the silence, looking into his eyes, paler brown than he own, and spared their daughter. But sparing Molly was not something that could happen any more. She was special and that small quality was what was going to hurt her in the long run if she remained ignorant of it. It'd already hurt her after all, simply because she was not prepared.

Mohinder didn't need to read minds to see the distress on Matt's face and he accepted it as easily as he had accepted that Matt could enter his dreams, could read his thoughts, could command men to do anything he wished for them to do.

"It's another confirmed outbreak of Shanti. I'll be heading down to Beth Israel Hospital to help contain it." If we can. No. Out loud. "If possible. I've immunity so far, there's no need to worry about me. But you need to get out of New York. Go north...go... I don't care where. No where near the airports though. People will panic the moment they equate this with Odessa. I'm sure the media blackout is going to happen any moment now."

Mohinder swallowed, his throat thick with emotion and worry.

He wanted to go with them...but he couldn't. His service, in exchange for his family-- That was the unspoken deal. Mohinder's eyes were liquid.

"I'll keep my phone charged. If...the towers go down, and they might-- I'll.. I'll find you."