Leaving Sylar to do whatever he felt he had to do, Mohinder dumped the rest of his lab equipment onto the kitchen table. If Sylar wanted to clean over the surface, he'd lift the things, but they were too heavy to hold a moment longer. And anyway, he had things to be getting on with. Important things that couldn't wait a moment longer.

Setting himself down on a kitchen chair, he turned to sorting everything out that he could possibly need. Sylar was all but forgotten in his all consuming need to find his own answers.