"She works for me technically," Mohinder said, feeling the edge to Matt's voice. Mohinder didn't want to get into an argument. "She told me in Atlanta, she'd read my father's book and... Matt, this virus is named after my sister. We had to look at all the strains, including the one that Molly had. Most of the people that have been on my team since the beginning are...like you."

His smile was awkward in the rear view mirror.

"They don't know anything about you. Or Molly. Just that she's my daughter." He'd learned, all right? He'd learned to say nothing to know one. "But about me? Unfortunately, that I had to give them."

Molly undid her seat belt and climbed into the backseat with Matt, laying her head on his shoulder.

"And I haven't told anyone either."