DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately I don't own Prison Break, Tweener or any of the other PB characters. If I did Tweener would still be alive.

The world was moving in slow motion and David Apolskis was staring down the barrel of a gun. The federal agent who had caught up with him a few hours earlier had driven him to an isolated spot, and was now pointing a firearm at his chest. Tweener put his hands up as he heard the shots fired…

…but they didn't hit. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw Agent Mahone lying on the floor wearing a crimson halo of blood and a bullet in his temple. In the corner of his eye Tweener saw a man walking towards him. The stranger stopped at Mahone's body and lifted the keys to Tweener's handcuffs from his belt. He approached Tweener and raised his gun.

"Hey kid, I need this car," he tossed the keys at Tweener's feet. Tweener scrabbled at the dust, lifted the keys and unlocked his right handcuff. The stranger grabbed the front of Tweener's overalls and pulled him forwards until their foreheads touched. "Kid I need this car," he growled. "And you need to run." The stranger threw Tweener to the ground and got into Mahone's car.

"Run kid."

Tweener stood and watched the car drive off, then looked at the corpse to his left. Tears welled at his eyes and he put his hands to his head. Images flashed in his mind. Scofield, Mahone, Avocado, Bellick, T-Bag, Fox River and Debra Jean. He spun slowly on the spot, surveying his options, the highway, a dusty track, fields and a distant town.

The sound of a motor in the distance was getting nearer. With a final look at Mahone's dead eyes, not knowing where he was or where he was going, he turned and ran into the fields.