Zane was right about that. A little bit of patheticness and Mohinder immediately clammed up after he apologised and shoved his hands into his pockets. The gloves weren't exactly doing it tonight, and he was hoping for warmer weather once the sun came out but with nights being so long up here, he wasn't sure when the sun would arrive and it would certainly not have much time to warm the ground.

He followed Zane through the dark house, every floorboard seeming to creak beneath each footfall. Mohinder didn't like the silence and before the moved two rooms, he was speaking again.

"Captain Rogers didn't leave a map on a wall in this house. It might be the first time we've found a place he hasn't been..." But someone had to have been here.

No cushioning in that chair meant that they had started a fire.

"Do you think there could be a stove here?"