Mohinder looked at Matt as if he had four heads and shook his head, going instead to Molly to get her seated and to give her some water. It had been a harrowing few hours and sure, nothing like what Matt experienced, but...maybe he'd been expecting a warmer greeting (other than whatever fierce passion they'd experienced) from the other man after a month of separation. He knew it wasn't fair of him to think that and he corrected himself immediately.

Giving Matt 'full detail' was impossible. Mohinder had his nose stuck in a lab for almost eighteen hours every single day, only stopping to sleep when he found himself with his nose in the spine of a notebook and his writing incomprehensible.

"Boulder, Boston, Jacksonville, Atlanta, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Detroit, Chicago and Saint Louis are uninhabitable. Everyone else has quarantineed themselves. There'd been a few stories about people being suspected of having the virus turned out or killed, even if it was just the flu. There's martial law just about everywhere. It sounds bad. It is bad. But it won't stay that way. A few more days is all we need."

And a few months later to synthesis the product.

Who knows what damage will be done by then?