He hadn't been planning on responding but now, Mohinder's curiosity was piqued. He lifted his head, searching out Sylar in the near dark. Without their tablets, seeing at night was possible only with the windows open, scant moonlight bouncing off of fresh snow to make the occupants at least partially visible. Mohinder wet his lips. Bad idea. They seemed to instantly chap.

"You tried to kill your self? Is that why you covered that back room--"

Yeah. Sorry. He went snooping in your apartment in Queens. He'd been really curious about the crazy that caused someone to make something like that when the rest of the apartment was obsessively neat.