Mohinder had been doing just about nothing for the last hour. Going through results that turned up no new information, just sentencing someone else to a certain death was weighing down on him so much that the puffiness around his eyes and the redness around his dark irises were absolutely understandable. He once more removed his glasses, just to put the world back into a sort of comforting fuzziness.

"There are outbreaks in Boulder, Santa Monica California, Boston and Detroit Michigan," Mohinder told Matt. "They're quarentined the cities and the outlying suburbs. At six o'clock this morning, they're going to black out the city. Turn off the whole grid. Only people with generators are going to have any power at all..."

Mohinder's fear was palpable.

"I don't know what to do about it except pray I find the impossible."