The lower half of his face hidden in his collar, chin against his chest, Mohinder watched Zane out of the corner of his eye. He was sympathic, of course he was, and his smile, though hidden, coated his eyes. He had the most expressive face sometimes, maddening as it might be.

"It's not your job to fix this. We're here under unfortunate circumstances. It's no one's fault." You don't just fall asleep in a motel on the way to Montana and wake up in Alaska in a town surrounded by snow walls. Mohinder wasn't sure what brought them here but he was certain that Zane had absolutely nothing to do with it. "Please don't blame yourself. We haven't run into an anomaly yet. We're safe. We have food. And we have each other. That's more than many can say."