It sounded like his theory that they weren't actually here. That he was in a coma or being tested and the rest was part of his imagination. The static had almost solidified that. And then... Well this. This news that Zane was thinking about the same thing he had been from the start. It made Mohinder soulful eyes like a basset hound, lips pressed together.

He stood to fetch their packs. They hadn't been eating well. Their rations were thinning out. That time spent without being able to move had caused them to eat into their supplies. And with nothing to be found here--

Mohinder was afraid.

He offered a brightly wrapped breakfast bar to his friend and drank some water himself. He wasn't feeling dizzy yet but he had been urinating less. "What do you want to do? You said you heard someone whispering to go East...?"

And they had gone south.

Mohinder sighed. "I never want to see snow again."