Mohinder sat at the table after they'd finished putting lunch (or was it dinner?) together and gently stroked back some of Molly's hair from off her shoulder and away from her face. "In a few days. We've got medicine for the people here, for the people in the areas around the outbreaks. As it's made, it's being given out."

Well. Sold for a nominal charge to cover manufacturing and covered by all American insurance types which amounted to roughly five dollars a dose. Mohinder thought that reasonable for everyone, especially because Pinehearst could not function without capital investments.

And it wasn't as if they were making a profit on Mohinder's hard work.

Yet.

"We can't go back to New York. Or Atlanta. But there are safe places for us. You can return to school. Matt and I will find new work."