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 Mohinder stood at the doorway to Maya's apartment. The address he had gotten from Pinehearst was in his hand. After a moment's hesitation he knocked firmly on the door. It had been nearly a year since he had been exposed to the catalyst. Surely, after an entire year Maya would find the compassion to forgive him. After all, his aggression had been a side effect of the formula, and the cocoons had merely accentuated his disrupted brain chemistry. And since he no longer looked like the scientist from The Fly, Maya would surely... "Mohinder?" God, it was good to hear that sweet voice of hers again. A three month old baby was perched on her hip