Mohinder was a little shocked that it had come to this. He'd seen the riots in Atlanta, watched them in cities across the country on the news. He still, for the life of him, could not see people as the enemy. Stepping into the discussion, Mohinder moved physically between the other two men.

"There's no need. No need for any of this. The inoculation is nearly finished. Before I left, it was going for human testing. In less than a week, it will go into production. In a month, the country will have it--" If anyone was alive in a month. They were all killing each other, whoever the outbreak virus didn't mow down. "We have a place to go. When Atlanta fell, we were taken to Pinehearst, a genetics laboratory right across the bridge. We don't have to stay here."

But Peter felt like being in a belligerent mood. "And what about everyone else, Mohinder? Do we just leave them to these monsters?"

"If there's hope, the violence will stop!" Mohinder said back, raising his voice. He honestly didn't realise, sometimes, how naive he came across.