"This feels a bit like when I was younger," Mohinder said as he shoved some brochures into pockets that barely had room for a wallet or phone. "I was engaged once, an arranged engagement between my family and hers. Fairly common even now in India though typically the arrangements are made while a couple are dating. We started at a pharmaceutical firm together and moved away to Mumbai."

He pressed in the code Jack had given them to work the door and waited for it to open so that they could head into the HUB.

"I'm rather amazed you appreciate the way I speak. I've been told, and often, that my pillow talk had little to be desired." Mohinder laughed in that velvety musical way of his as he turned the small curve in the wall only to be confronted by a tall blond haired and blue eyed man.

Jim had been twirling in a chair at the control screens watching the camera feed from the unmanned visitor center (an alarm had gone off when someone entered) but it took him a moment to really focus on the paler of the two men in the shot. So when the door opened, he'd grabbed a gun, shoved it in the back of his pants, and got ready to try to explain this place away in case his eyes were deceiving him.

But they hadn't been.

"What the hell are you doing here, Spock?!"