At the time, leaving Michael had seemed like the best thing Sara could've done. But, as she'd sat in the car, she had second thoughts. Michael was right in the sense that if she were to turn herself in, she'd be arrested for aiding in the excape of the Fox River Seven. In leaving the hotel room where they'd stopped for the night, Sara had effectively slammed the door on anything she'd felt for Michael. Or so she thought. Now, given her circumstances, she'd give anything to be on her way to Panama with him.

The hotel room where Kellerman had taken Sara after he snuck up behind her when she got out of her car to go back to Michael was nice; much nicer than the sleeze-bag place she'd rented by the hour and where she'd left Michael. But she knew that Kellerman hadn't brought her here for rest and relaxation. No, he had other plans for her, and by the way she was tied to the chair, Sara knew her life was about to become a living hell.

Kellerman had gone into the bedroom, leaving Sara in the bathroom with a tub that was rapidly filling with water. Alone with her thoughts, Sara suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of regret that she'd left Michael with things unsaid. Her thoughts wandered, and she pictured him sitting patiently while she doctored the gash on his arm.

"Dear God," she breathed, trying her best not to panic,

"Please let him come for me." She knew it was a stupid thought; Michael was on his way to Panama, and he wouldn't stop running to waste vaulable time looking for her. Surely he'd seen the car; surely he knew there was something wrong.

Dreadfully wrong.

Kellerman was still on the phone, talking to whatever goon was behind all this. Sara watched the water in the tub inch closer to the top.

"He's going to drown me," she thought, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Michael, please help me!" She wished so hard for him to come through the front door, that for a minute, she swore she heard a car pull up.

"I should've never left you. You lied to protect yourself; not to hurt me. I can see that now." Her words were whispered, yet barely audible over the running water.

Kellerman walked up silently behind Sara and waited. She didn't know he was there; instead, her lips moved with unspoken words.

"What's that?" Kellerman queried, taking pleasure in seeing his hostage jump in surprise.

Sara twisted her head around to look at her captor. Bile rose in her throat as she knew things were about to get ugly.

"Nothing," she lied.

Something; something that's none of your business," Sara thought, trying to hide her fear.

Kellerman grinned and walked around in front of her where she could see him.

"You can make this easy on yourself, if you want," he informed her, looking into her eyes with a faux smile.

His smile reminded Sara of a wolf's; menacing, terrifying.

"Do yourself a favour," Kellerman suggested, his face inches from Sara's.

"What did your father give you?" He waited for a response.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Sara said, confused.

Grabbing the back of her head, Kellerman forced Sara beneath the surface of the tub. Cold water closed above her, and she stared at the bottom of the ceramic bathtub. Faliling, she tried to escape, but Kellerman held her tight. Lungs burning, Sara fought against instinct to keep from gasping for air. If she did now, she'd drown.

"That's what he wants," a voice told her above her rising panic.

Just as she thought she were going to loose the battle with her oxygen-deprived lungs, she felt herself jerked up out of the water. Gasping, Sara glared at her captor.

"Damn you!" she thought, as he dried her face of with a towel.

Two more dunkings, and Kellerman left the room to answer a phone call. Sara sat, her mind on Michael Scoffield. Where was he now, she wondered. Because of her stupidity, she probably would never see him again. There were so many things she should've said. Many things she should've done.

"I should've trusted you," she whispered, her chest aching from the exertion of holding her breath so long under the water.

"If I could go back, I'd trust you with all of my heart. I wish you could save me," she whispered, unaware that Kellerman had disconnected from his call.

"Who could save you?" He asked, donning a pair of heavy rubber gloves.

Sara jumped again, her heart racing and fear clenching her stomach with iron claws.

"Nobody." She answered dully, resigned to the awful truth of the word.

Kellerman laughed as he plugged in an iron and turned it on as high as it would go.

"You're wrong," he said, and Sara tried to see him out of the corner of her eye.

"Tell me what your father gave you, and you can save yourself." he taunted, and stood beside her; waiting.

"I don't know what you mean," Sara repeated, her voice pitched with fear.

Grabbing her head again, Kellerman showed her the iron. Sara's breath hung in her chest, and her mind screamed in panic.

"Michael!" She swore she'd said the name outloud as Kellerman plunged her under again.

This time, though, he held the iron in the water as well. Electric current knifed through Sara's body, causing her to convulse as it hummed along her nerves and sizzled down into the marrow of her

bones.
"Breathe", the voice in her head said, and Sara felt almost calm.

It would be so easy just to allow the water to fill her lungs; to float away from the pain and torture Kellerman was bestowing on her. Black spots began to fill her vision, and she felt herself giving in, when Michael's image flashed through her mind. Suddenly, Kellerman hauled her back up, and the electrocution stopped for the moment.

He pleaded with her to tell him what it was her father had given her, but the electric current had numbed her brain and she was having a hard time thinking.

"Go to hell," she spat out, and felt Kellerman push her under again.

"If I never see you again," she thought, oddly at peace as she convulsed beneath the water,

"I'll remember you as the man I loved to the end." As the roaring filled her head, and the electricity sizzled through her heart, Sara stared at the bottom of the tub.

She didn't see anything but Michael's strong jaw and winning smile. Her last conscious thought was knowing Michael would be a free man because of her.