Matt Parkman hadn't really been sleeping well recently. Molly's nightmares had been growing more and more violent as the days passed getting to the point where he could hear her mental cries from even his room. He would wake her up and calm her down like usual, but he could never sleep for prolonged periods of time. His own fears would grow as he began to hear the sinister voice of the man who haunts the young girl, echoing in his head for hours, even after Molly has returned to a peaceful slumber.
He sighed and rolled over in his bed, comfortable, but restless. He hated to admit it, but he missed the geneticist he'd grown to know over the past four months. The man provided a certain amount of stability to the immature Molly and his own teasing nature. It wasn't as if the younger man was a wet blanket; far from that. The man was just more patient than he could ever be. Not to mention the fact that he could cook a million times better than he. It felt slightly lonely to be without the man there, but he knew the man was gone in order to protect Molly and himself from the Company, so that the sacrifices of people like Peter Petrelli, D.L. Hawkins, and Hana Gitelman weren't in vain.
His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden buzzing sound near his ear. Looking up, he could see his cell phone vibrating and flashing against his nightstand. His focus narrowed as he quickly crossed out the names of the people who had his number. At this time of night, it could only be Bennet or Mohinder. Pulling himself up to a sitting position, he grabbed the phone and flipped the screen open.
"Hello?" he said into the phone, his voice eager.
"Matthew?" the voice on the other line inquired. "What are you doing up right now?"
Matt chuckled. "It's nice to hear from you, too. How's everything going?"
A sigh came from the Indian man's line, causing a slight sense of worry in Matt. "Everything's fine. They finally caught up with me in Cairo."
He couldn't help but to smile. "Well, that's good."
"Yes," Mohinder agreed. "But enough about what's going on here. How are things with you and Molly?"
This time it was Matt's turn to sigh. "We're doing okay, for the most part. Which reminds me, I finally made detective!" he exclaimed slightly. He smiled as he heard Mohinder's laugh.
"That's wonderful, Matthew," was his reply. "Congratulations. We'll all go out somewhere when I return." He didn't add in the 'if I return.' Both knew how much danger he was in by confronting the Company openly. "So how's Molly?"
Matt shook his head and lied back down. "Not good" he told him. "She's been having nightmares again." He heard what could have been a gasp from Mohinder, but continued on. "It's not Sylar anymore, Mohinder. This guy…I think he may be the Boogeyman she was talking about."
"What makes you say that?" the man asked him.
"She seems more scared of him than Sylar," he told him. He closed his eyes for a moment and focused on the ceiling. "When are you coming back? We miss you."
A pause. "I don't know, Matthew," he responded. "I'll try to make it soon, though. I miss you guys too." For some reason, this made the man smile.
"Take care, Mohinder," Matt said, initiating a farewell.
"Matthew," Mohinder said suddenly. "I want to talk to you when we get the chance. And I want to do it face-to-face."
His heart fluttered, but he remained neutral. "Alright," he said lowly.
"Goodbye," Mohinder said then.
Matt wouldn't be able to sleep that night, but for once, it wasn't about Molly anymore.