"He's in the quarantine area," the exhausted looking woman told Matt without a fight. She had on an ID badge, a hospital administrator, likely an assistant to one. She pointed towards the back elevators. "Take those to the fourth floor." She didn't bother to tell him that the guards likely wouldn't let him out of the elevator and as Matt took off towards the lifts, she coughed and caught herself against the wall.

The fourth floor looked exactly as the hospital in Odessa had looked, covered in plastic, manned by armed guards in bio-hazard suits and filled with a parade of people that looked like they were coming out of a science fiction film.

It took a little bit of Matt's particular talents, honestly, to get at the frazzled professor. Mohinder looked up as Matt entered and smiled, relieved. He waved the others away and went to his...boyfriend? "Matt. Thank God you made it. I don't understand how this happened. It's the exact same strain."

Mohinder couldn't exactly launch himself at the other man, but he could take his hand...even if it was just to take the vial of Molly's blood.