Mohinder knew it was true. In a flash of horror, he recalled seeing it before. Paranoia on the network was either met with lynch mobs, or worse…people telling the poster that they were going mad and to move to a different location as quickly as possible. Sylar could play up meek so very well. He was attractive and soft spoken and people already liked him. Mohinder ignored the bag and backed up against the wall.

The moment dawn hit, he’d leave. There was absolutely no way that he could stay with Sylar, and if the other followed him-- Well, Mohinder hoped it didn’t come to that. They’d passed someone that afternoon moving in the opposite direction but they couldn’t have gone too far.

Into his knees and the arms pooled above them, Mohinder breathed hard. He was so cold. He was so angry. He was so afraid, always so afraid. “Play whomever you like. Just stay away from me.”

He wasn't quite sure how he could get revenge on Sylar like this. Not yet. Perhaps he'd find something soon enough. It was better the other move away from him quickly.