"Washington most certainly ought to," Mohinder said, matter-of-factly. "I wrote the missive myself before we even left Atlanta to beg them to send the military back into the cities." That had been a week ago. "Of course, I got myself a bit caught up, and Atlanta was hit soon after. I still believe there must be a place for these people. You certainly can't stay here."

He wouldn't leave Matt, not ever again. Wanting to take his hand, Mohinder still refrained for now. There will be time later for these things. Today? They had to regroup. Had to leave.

"Come back with us to Pinehearst. They'll be better able to coordinate a rescue. It's perhaps one of the most secure research facilities I've ever worked in. There are riots at the door but thus far, no breach. And the riots are bound to stop once the inoculations begin being distributed."

So many pretty words. Mohinder believed them all. It was both to his credit and his general detriment.

"Please. A shower, a shave... And then we'll get these people out of here." He needed to remind Matt that the world was still good.