PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

This is Mohinder Suresh.

Does anyone know anything about...randomly appearing in Los Angeles? And, if so, why? From what I can tell about this city, I don't think that should even be too odd of a question. Unfortunately.

Thank you in advance.

Actually, while I'm at it, does anyone know anything about the whereabouts of a girl named Molly Walker?

Is everyone all right? Nobody ended up hurt, did they? That storm just came up out of nowhere.

I'm no doctor, but if anyone needs help fixing anything material that ended up damaged last night, I'd be willing to lend a hand.

Goddammit! I never wanted to see this city again. What the hell am I doing back here? I've never exactly been a pious pristine little angel so I wouldn't have expected Heaven. But if someone could direct me to the Prince of Darkness, I would love to tell him exactly how shitty his sense of humor is.

Not that he's anywhere off the mark, LA is my definition of Hell.

Though, I have to say I would have expected Hell to be less...wet.

I am rather surprised to find myself in Los Angeles. I had thought I was travelling to New York, and I know I got on the right plane. This certainly complicates things. But no matter, I'll get to New York soon enough. And then I'll find my father's killer. In the meantime, can anyone tell me why it's so unnaturally dark?

Oh...right...yes. I'm Dr. Mohinder Suresh.