Brooklyn. Where I will soon be living. Hopefully, in Mohinder's damn apartment. With or without him in it. I'm not picky. Ahem. Mohinder's removing the pushpins in the Suresh Map of Heroes while muttering about being humiliated in front of Nathan. Pixie enters with a package for him. It's his father's ashes. Mohinder says he hasn't shed a tear for his father's death, not even when he claimed the body. His father had been misfiled at the morgue. Pixie says she's sorry. Mohinder wonders what he's been trying to prove when the relationship with his father ended years ago. "I have no business being here," he says. He gets up and goes to the closet and starts to remove his clothing, putting everything into his duffle bag. Pixie asks him if he's just going to give up, and he says he's going to go home to Madras and scatter his father's ashes. "I'm going to go back to my life and stop trying to live his."
There's a knock at the door.
Mohinder goes to answer it, and we hear Peter's voice, asking for Chandra Suresh. Pixie answers that Chandra doesn't live there anymore. Peter responds that the guys at the Petrelli campaign gave him this address. Mohinder opens the door. "You Chandra Suresh?" asks Peter, even though he's holding the damn book in his hand and the picture on the back is of a man about THIRTY YEARS OLDER THAN MOHINDER. "No," says Mohinder. "That was my father." Peter annoys me by pushing his far-too-long bangs out of his eyes for the four hundredth time and says that Mohinder's father wrote about people with special abilities. "I... think I might be one of them," says Peter. Mohinder looks at him with the Thousand-Yard Stare of Impending Flashbacks and/or Commercial Segues, and we go to commercial. Dammit. I really wanted a flashback there.