Hopefully, when that moment did come, it would be decided that the matter no longer made a difference. Molly was there already, it's not as if they could send her back. "I suppose so."

How long would they be gone? As Mohinder was ushered out, taking Molly by the hand, he looked over his shoulder at Matt and kept eye contact as he turned down the corridor. There's always too much to say and never the time to say it, he directed at the telepath. Be sure to stay safe so I can say it all the next time we meet.

Mohinder hardly needed to say it. He loved fast and hard and this was no exception. The last look he gave to Matt for the next few months was desperate with love. At least it would give Matt something to go on. Something to go for too.

A moment later and his family was gone.

Matt would be more or less left alone for a little while, though gear and research and samples would be taken from the room by young men and women in protective suits within half an hour. The CDC was pulling out. The sound of helicopters taking off from the roof in succession was proof of that.

After? It was just quiet. So long as Matt didn't dial in to the people dying below him.