Sara's eyes were wide in the darkness. She sat as still as she could, but her body kept trembling.
She'd seen someone die.
Someone with a startling resemblance to herself.
It was something she couldn't, wouldn't, have imagined.
The woman had her nose, her lips, her skin color. She supposed all of those things were common enough, but to see them on one person had been strange. Because the woman had looked so much like her. Almost exactly like her. At a quick glance, she could have fooled Sara herself.
Except for her eyes. When Susan B. had killed the woman, had said, "She's dying for you, because of what Lincoln Burrows did to try to save you," Sara had seen the woman's eyes flash in terror.
Her green eyes. Not Sara's eyes at all.
And Sara was still here, still alive, next to LJ, and that poor, nameless woman was dead. Her head was in a box. Because of Sara.
And Sara was grateful to that woman, that woman who hadn't had a choice, for saving her life.
She thought of another pair of green eyes. Michael's eyes. All she wanted was to see his eyes again. To hold him, and tell him that she loved him with her whole heart.
A lone tear slipped down her cheek. She closed her eyes.