Mohinder hadn’t officially started to panic until he watched Zane melt onto the floor and refreeze. He pulled at the door (the hinges shouldn’t allow for pulling but he was out of options) and gave it a kick to see if that would lodge it but…no. Nothing. Damn it. They couldn’t get stuck here. Mohinder had seen what happened to people that stayed in one place. And they only had food enough for two days. Maybe.

He thought about making a distress call, but who could come for them in the middle of the night? No one was the answer.

Since hot air rose and cold air was heavier, it was always going to be colder on the floor. It didn’t help that there wasn’t any insulation under the tile either. Mohinder huffed slightly and then crouched beside Zane so that he was touching him. The Indian weighed next to nothing, had not an ounce of fat on his body, and was freezing. He took whatever he could get what it came to warmth. And that included the American.

“It’s fine. It’s all right. In the morning, if we can’t get out, we’ll have someone come to get us.”