'God, look at her, she's still as beautiful as he remembered if not more.' Michael Scofield thought as he watched Sara from across the room. He was sure that she had not seen him. It's been 3 and a half years since his escape and return to Fox River. When he had returned to finish out his sentence Sara was gone and he had not seen her since.
"Michael?" "Mike?" "Huh? Sorry what did you say?" "I was just wondering if you were ready to go.?"
Lincoln reached for his wallet when Michael cut in "No I got this one" "you sure" "yeah, you got it last time."
"What's up" asked Lincoln "and don't say nothing, 'cause you have that look." "What look?" "The look where there is only one thing on your mind and everything else is nonexistent. So what is it?" "Don't worry about it" Michael said and that was the end of that topic of discussion. Michael looked up from his wallet but Sara was gone.
Michael returned to is apartment to find it, like always, dark and empty. But after seeing Sara today the fact that he was alone was much more evident. It was 9 o'clock; Michael sat down to begin his work that he had been putting off all weekend. He started to type up the proposal for this new building he was working on but the only thing on his mind was her. Had she moved? Of course she'd moved on it's been 3 and a half years, but what if she didn't? What if she waited for him? And with that Michael stood up and walked out of his apartment.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! When the door finally opened it reviled the beautiful women that Michael couldn't stop thinking about.
"Hello Sara."
"Michael?"