Michael, Sara, Lincoln, and Kellerman get off the train that led them to Chicago, making a quick getaway, they find a car and start searching for a safe house.
Lincoln and Kellerman are in the front seats while Michael and Sara are in the back. "Do you see anything, Linc?," asked Michael. "Nothing," replied Linc. "But I'll keep looking." Michael glanced over at Sara and saw her staring straight at Kellerman. "Hey" he said whispering "You doing OK?" "Umm yeah, I think so." She said. She laid her head on Michaels shoulder. Michael was so relieved that they had the talk they did on the train. It was so nice to be able to just relax with Sara by his side. "Umm, hey Michael that place over there doesn't look like there's anybody in it." She said pointing to a house. "Yeah, let's go see, just to make sure." He said smiling at Sara. "Me and Kellerman will go check it out," said Michael. Just as they went to get out of the car, he leaned in and gave Sara a kiss on the cheek "I'll be right back, kay? Michael said. "Okay" said Sara.
Michael and Kellerman walked up to the door of the house and knocked. "Hello?" said Michael. They walked around to the backyard, it was completely empty. They walked around the house and looked through all the windows. "It's empty" Said Kellerman, "Let's go back to the car and tell Lincoln and Sara." Michael just nodded and looked down. All he could think about was what Kellerman had done to Sara. How she was coming back to him and Kellerman had just taken her away. Every time he thought about it, it just made him angrier and angrier. As they approached the car Lincoln and Sara got out and started to get their bags. "Here", said Michael "Let me help you." He said to Sara. "Uh thanks", She said, then smiled at him. Once they got into the house and got settled and ate dinner, It was late so Lincoln and Kellerman went to bed, giving Michael and Sara some alone time. There were 4 rooms in the house, one for each person.
Michael and Sara sat in the couch in the living room, and talked for a whole 2 hours. Then walked up the stairs to go to bed. Sara had gotten quiet. "Hey" Michael said "What's wrong?" "Well, I'm just a little hurt over my dad." "You wanna talk?" he asked. All Sara did was nod. She felt like crying.
