"Sucre didn't like my plan..." Michael breathed.
Linc frowned "We can't trust that man, Michael."
Michael followed Linc's gaze to see a man rubbing his hands together and laughing. Michael nodded, "I agree... He looks evil. We will stay away from him."
"Sucre didn't like your plan?" Linc asked.
Michael breathed hard.
"Michael?" said Linc.
Michael looked at him, "Sucre didn't like my plan..."
"What's going to happen then?" Linc asked.
Michael breathed. He looked away and rubbed his head and then breathed and then breathed some more and then breathed a bit more and then looked away and then breathed and then rubbed his head and then breathed and then had a nosebleed and then breathed and then rubbed his head and then he looked at the evil man and then he breathed and then he looked at Bellick and then he breathed. He looked at Linc and paused for drama, "I'm getting a new cellmate..."
*Drama music plays*
...
Michael lay on his bed and watched as Sucre packed his things, "Why are you leaving my Mexican immigrant?"
Sucre frowned and threw a pair of pants into his suitcase.
"Is it because of the plan?" Michael asked, "Did I have to say it in Mexican? Is that why you didn't like it?
Sucre shook his head "It's because you're racist papa. I'm not even Mexican."
Michael blinked, "I have no idea what you said." He jumped off the bed and started to kick the toilet, "We need to move this so I can escape."
"Hey there..." A voice said.
Michael turned around to see that Sucre was gone and that there was a new person in his cell. "Who are you?" he asked.
"This is a Ricktatorship!" the visitor roared.
Michael frowned and breathed "Look... I have to break this toilet so I can escape."
"You can't ruin the integrity of the prison," the visitor drawled. He walked up close to Michael's face, "We gotta keep the dead out and we gotta keep ourselves alive."
"I've got to escape," Michael breathed.
The man fell against the bars and started to weep, "No Carl... Ohhh no Carl... Noooo... Oh no, no, no..."
"This is going to be difficult..." Michael breathed.
...
"I'm having difficulty with my new cellmate," Michael said to Linc as they lined up for food.
"What's wrong with him?" asked Linc.
Michael pointed to the man from his cell who was shuffling along in the line with his head down.
"He looks like he's walking dead," Linc observed.
Michael nodded and breathed, "I'm going to have to be careful around him... But they don't call me Michael Burrows for nothing. For now... I need to get on PI with John Abruzzi."
Abruzzi walked up to Michael and smiled malevolently, "Rumour has it that you know where the bastard man who snitched on me is living."
Michael looked to the side at nothing in particular and then at Abruzzi, "that may be true..."
Abruzzi greased up closer to him and then grabbed his foot. He took off his shoe and then bit his toe off. "You better tell me Wentworth Miller," he growled.
Michael breathed and smiled, "I need to get on PI..."
Abruzzi chewed on his toe and looked at Linc who was eating a twix and then back at Michael and then at Linc and then at Bellick and then at Sucre and then at Linc and then at Mahone and then at Michael. "Why do you need to get on PI?"
"I'm escaping," Michael breathed, "and you're helping me."
To be continued...