"I can gaurentee that we're very little like her birth parents," Mohinder said, smiling despite the content of his feelings. "San Francisco is rather different and further away from Los Angeles at least. But picking up and moving again-- What if we take Peter up on his offer? Maine?"

It sounded somewhat remote. Mohinder knew little about it other than there was a lot of snow in the winter but it was warm enough to swim in the summer. It was summer now.

"His nephew must be about her age--" Mohinder had already latched onto the idea of going there anyhow. They really didn't need him for clinical trials or decimation. "I'll speak with Arthur today. But first... Ice cream and we'll try very hard to sell moving to a mansion with children her age and a pool. If we beg, she might agree."