Mohinder knew that Molly was capable of getting her own seatbelt. She was four months away from her birthday and she was old enough to handle little things but he needed the reassurance in himself. He needed to be a caregiver right now when he felt as if he'd been neglecting his family for the last month. Yes, it had been a necessary evil, working on the inoculation was important for humanity so that the future Peter once spoke about seeing would never happen to them. That didn't mean he didn't like for the month before when he'd been a sort of stay at home dad, trying to give the two most important people in his life all of his time and energy.
Teaching at NYU was no longer an option. Having a normal life was nothing he could ever hope for.
And yet, he still held onto the memories at the beach the day the world went to hell. Happiness wasn't a thing of the past. They'd have it again, so long as they were together.
Mohinder clicked his own seatbelt into place and the car started easily...noisily. He didn't waste time heading in a beeline back to the bridge. He could only hope that the big white PINEHEARST and the half-helix logo would get the military to ask first rather than shoot. "It's ten minutes over the bridge. We're just a few blocks away."
Molly was silent on the drive. Mohinder himself quieted down. It wasn't until men and women in military hazmat suits flagged them to stop that Mohinder actually allowed himself to breathe. He pressed his badge to the window and then rolled it down.
"You let me through four hours ago," he said, looking far worse than he'd had going in. "As expected, the virus has left the air. I didn't get as far as central park, but it's clear that the virus has dissipated." He was lying. He'd never gone in there to test air quality. These young soldiers, however, questioned less than they should have.
It took some phone calls but eventually, they were let through. Mohinder tried not to think about the mess Fort Lee was in, however. Just in case Matt was paying attention.
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Teaching at NYU was no longer an option. Having a normal life was nothing he could ever hope for.
And yet, he still held onto the memories at the beach the day the world went to hell. Happiness wasn't a thing of the past. They'd have it again, so long as they were together.
Mohinder clicked his own seatbelt into place and the car started easily...noisily. He didn't waste time heading in a beeline back to the bridge. He could only hope that the big white PINEHEARST and the half-helix logo would get the military to ask first rather than shoot. "It's ten minutes over the bridge. We're just a few blocks away."
Molly was silent on the drive. Mohinder himself quieted down. It wasn't until men and women in military hazmat suits flagged them to stop that Mohinder actually allowed himself to breathe. He pressed his badge to the window and then rolled it down.
"You let me through four hours ago," he said, looking far worse than he'd had going in. "As expected, the virus has left the air. I didn't get as far as central park, but it's clear that the virus has dissipated." He was lying. He'd never gone in there to test air quality. These young soldiers, however, questioned less than they should have.
It took some phone calls but eventually, they were let through. Mohinder tried not to think about the mess Fort Lee was in, however. Just in case Matt was paying attention.