Castes weren’t exactly a think of the all too different past for Mohinder’s people. And while he might not be religious, there was a cultural issue when it came to the dead. He turned soulful eyes towards Zane as if what he just said was utter madness and then shook his head. “No. We… We should probably see if anyone is missing….” He just didn’t want to check the network right now. He was freezing, this wasn’t one of the heated homes, and he had nothing to start a fire with. “Let’s… There might be something in one of the other rooms we can use for the night.”

Zane had suggested that they take the blankets from the last place with them but Mohinder had been too Good Samaritan (again) and replied that if they took everything as they went, the resource would not be there for the next person. Now he sort of wished that they had more than a travel blanket from the gas station they’d found the other day, their coats and whatever warmth they could managed sitting near one another.

“I’m going to poke around. Um… Could you watch…?” The dead person.

Anamolies didn’t tend to come out at night but one never knew.