Nothing much happened when Mohinder injected himself; at least, there was no sudden stabbing pain in his head like the times before. Bewildered, he looked up as he heard Sylar approach, opening his mouth to say that his plan had failed.

But, before he managed to get a word out, the pain finally hit. Far worse than he remembered, he staggered weakly in the other man's direction, hands flying out to grip something - anything - that he could use to keep himself upright.

Crying out at the pain that racked his entire body, Mohinder fell to his knees, eyes screwed shut as if that could help in some way. Something must have gone wrong, it was the only explanation. And, with that in mind, he passed out on Sylar's kitchen floor.