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perdiccas

Mohinder paused as they approached the car. The condensation on the passenger window had dried, leaving just the traces of what had been drawn on the wetness a few hours ago. It was a heart, and inside the letters M and Z. The Z looked more like a backwards S, but what else could it be?

Mohinder sat in the driver’s seat and looked at the window from the inside while Zane rubbed his hands against the cold. From this angle, from where Zane would have been able to scrawl on the window from inside the car,  it looked like the letters S and M.