Mohinder held up just one finger and went back to his work station to find something to write with. It took some time and he ran about like a spastic yearling. Endearing, perhaps, if time was not of the essence. By the morning, people would notice how wrong everything was. News shows would not be on and stations would be simply crammed with reruns to compensate for dead air. Stores would be over run. Riots would start. Rush hour... Oh God, he didn't even want to think about rush hour.

Mohinder's hand was steady, however, as he listed items for Matt to go and get. It was nearly nine. That meant stores would be closing very shortly. "Flashlights. Batteries. A lot of batteries." He also wrote down sleeping bags and other assorted gear like chemical stoves and matches, lighters...knives. Good multi-tools. "You'll want to look for light food items. Things in plastic or pouches, not cans. Things with large shelf lives. Tuna pouches, peanut butter, crackers. No soups. And headache medicines..."

Mohinder handed over the list with a somewhat desperate sigh.

"I'm going to get a space set up for us here." He ought to be working on this issue, on the virus, but it was absolutely clear that he himself thought it was a lost cause. "Bring anything Molly might need. And hurry."