Daphne makes two trips, though it only takes her about as many minutes to get the others from Manhattan down to Jersey. Mohinder's rather fascinated by it, the way the wind behind her swoops everything off of the counter and then blows his hair back away from his face again.

He blinks languidly before taking Sylar's hands. He wants to know about his father, but he needs to get this out because it's been building and bottled up for days.

"He tried to take you out of my memories," he whispers when they're alone, the horror of that almost too much for him to bear. Mohinder's addicted, desirous, and painfully attached to Sylar like he's been to no other. His fingers curl almost painfully into Sylar's hand. "You were almost gone."