It was the worst parallel-parking job Noah had ever seen, and he'd taught two teenagers how to drive. Mohinder jerked the car forwards and back, hitting the bumpers of the cars on either side. He wasn't even checking his mirrors, and the car finally came to a stop at least two feet away from the curb. Confused, Noah decided to see if something was wrong.

As Noah approached the driver-side door, Mohinder started panicking. Flustered, Mohinder started pushing something - someone? - away from his lap, muttering things Noah couldn't hear through the window. Still, Noah came close enough to peer into the driver's seat. Mohinder's pants were open, and Elle's head was in his lap. Both looked at Noah sheepishly for a moment before Mohinder rolled down the window and asked, "Is there anything we can do for you, Noah?"

"That's okay," Noah replied. "I'll just watch."