Hearing Matt's voice was like Christmas and Mohinder took the time to sink into a chair and rub a hand over his face. "Same strain," Mohinder said softly. "Please tell me you got home all right. They're pulling the same mess here. I'm under guard again." Of course, Mohinder did understand it was for his own protection. There were very angry men and women in the waiting room. Especially since doctors and nurses started to wear protective suits.

Panic. Panic was palpable. Mohinder, however, was much too tired to panic.

"Bring me Molly's samples and my glasses will you? And... And when this is over, I demand you rip off all of my clothes as soon as we can find a sitter for Molly."