Sara's eyes slowly adjusted to the brightly lit room as she opened her eyes. The room was rather large and she could see mountains of cardboard boxes that were stacked on the opposite side of the room. She felt tired, and in someway drugged. She blinked fast trying to rid of the glassy, fuzziness that blocked her full view of vision. She blinked rapidly again and she could feel herself becoming more alert and awake.

She shifted and felt that her hands were tied together.

Not a good sign.

She also couldn't open her mouth, it was still taped closed. She sighed leaning back against the wall. She turned her head to the right and immediately jumped. It seemed that she wasn't the only one tied up to the wall. A young hispanic woman was tied to the wall. She had long dark hair and dark circles under her eyes. She was thin and tired looking. Sara could see that she was in the same position as herself, and maybe even worse.

Sara's eyes drifted down to her stomach, where she saw a small bulge. She immediately gulped.

The woman was also pregnant.

She sighed leaning her head back as she heard a door slam. She closed her eyes pretending she was asleep. She could hear the footsteps coming towards her and the other woman who had remained still.

"Any word on him?" asked a man. The footsteps seemed to stop and she could hear a box being placed on the floor.

"Not really. He hasn't done anything to get out of the fucking place." said another man. "It's a bloody hell hole there." She oculd hear the box being ripped open and then pushed aside.

"It's only been a day." said the first guy. "Maybe he's still working things out." The other man sighed loudly and kicked the box making Sara jump.

"Well, it's not going fast enough!" yelled the other man. Sara gulped and steadied her breathing.

"Shut up you idiot." said the first man. "Don't want to wake them." Silence filled the room and Sara held her breath. She tried everything she could to not be heard.

At last she heard footsteps leaving the room.

"Why can't we just go in there and kill them ourselves?" asked the first man. "Jesus, why wait so long?" The footsteps stopped and the heavy door was swung open.

"Because we do what the boss says, and the company does what they think is best." said the other man. "Besides, why quit while were ahead? It's fun watching Scofield go through this." Sara winced as she heard the men speak his name.

"Besides, they'll kill him when their good and ready." And with that the door slammed shut leaving the room once again completely silent.

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Michael was once agian leaning against the metal fence out in the dingy courtyard. It was quite large, now that he had been able to see it in clear light. He sat adjacent from the large tower housing the spotlight which was still following the inmates around during the day. He gave a sigh and looked over at Mahone who was coming over.

"You figured it out yet?" asked Michael. He hated seeing Mahone as an equal, as someone he could work with. But Michael knew that he would be the only way they would be able to get out of this mess.

Mahone came over and sat down across from Michael.

"No freaking clue." he said light heartedly. Michael's face grew rigid as he placed his head in his hands.

"There is nothing that we can do." said Michael as he rubbed his hands over his head. He was tired. Sick and tired of running and breaking out. He didn't know what do and he had left the people that he loved behind.

"There is something Scofield." Mahone started, "It's just a matter of figuring out what that is." Michael looked up with a meaningless smile.

"And what? Do you think I have a plan tattooed to my body?" asked Michael. Mahone laughed.

"No Michael, because I know this was not a part of your elaborate plan." said Mahone. "Your a tricky man you know. Smart, intelligent..." Michael turned away from the mans words and looked down at the ground.

"I'm sure you can think of something." Mahone said. Instantly Michael's head shot up. He had a look on his face as if he had remembered something very significant.

"What?" asked Mahone intently. Michael chose to ignore the man and stood up from his spot on the ground.

"Michael?" asked Mahone. He also stood and followed Michael's gaze, which was trained at the doorway of the building.

"What is it?" He asked impatiently. Michael smiled.

"I think we should go talk to somebody." said Michael. Mahone blinked and gave a shrug.

"And who might that be? Fredricka? The cross dresser?" asked Mahone. "I'm sure he has a hidden map tucked into his bra." Michael smiled and began to walk towards the door.

"You going to tell me or not Scofield?" he asked. Michael stopped and thought for a second.

"Why would I tell you?" asked Michael. "What have you ever done for me?" He turned and faced Mahone. He was standing there, staring him straight in the eye. He kept his glare solid and didn't dare to blink.

"I'll see what I can do." said Mahone. Michael laughed.

"I'm sure your wanted as well." said Michael and with that he turned to the door. Mahone followed him on his heels.

Michael sprinted for the door and stopped as he reached the entrance. He never liked this corridor. The men inside gave him the creeps and reminded him of the bad that was encased on this planet. It reminded him of the men that were placed on the streets because of the breakout at Fox River.

He took a deep breath and began down the halls looking for something, for someone.

"Michael..." Mahone started. "Are you going to tell me what in gods name you are looking for." He stopped as Michael stopped in front of him. He was looking down at a man who was lying naked on the floor. Michael couldn't take his eyes of the man.

"Well what do ya know..." the man laying on the ground started. Mahone stepped beside Michael and his mouth dropped open.

"Brad Bellick?" asked Mahone. Bellick smiled from the ground and stared up into the eyes of the two man towering over him. He dazily lifted a hand.

"In the flesh." said Bellick.

Literally thought Michael as he took a deep breath.

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Sara had been working for the past half hour trying to make the tape fall of her mouth. She streched her mouth in ever direction possible to make the heavy tape lose grip on the flesh of her face. She then sighed putting her head back on the wall.

She looked over at the woman again, who was still sleeping. She seemed more restless, moving a lot in her sleep. Sara figured that she was coming out of her sleep, but she couldn't make enough noise to wake her up.

Sara then turned her head and noticed there was an old nail sticking out of the wall. She smiled inside and began to rub the tape aginst the nail it began to roll away from her mouth as she began to strike the nail.

"Mmm!" She gasped as the nail dug into the side of her cheek. She stopped for a second and placed her cheek against her propped knee. She could see the blood that was now soaking thorugh her light blut jeans. She took a deep breath and began prying at the tape again.

In another few minutes, the tape was completely off her face and on the floor. She licked her dry lips and stared over at the woman whow as now mumbling to herself. Being careful of being quiet, she leaned over as much as possible

"Psst!" Hissed Sara. She could feel her heart beating fast in her heart, as if she had broken a law or something, running from the authorities, and all she was doing was trying to catch someones attention.

"Psst... hey!" Sara whispered. Slowly the womans eyes opened. She looked around for a second as her eyes began to adjust to the light. She blinked fast, just like Sara had done then she turned to face Sara. She jumped in her seat, revealing the tape that half covered her mouth.

It must have come of because of the sweat that had been falling down her face.

"Who are you?" she asked. Sara gasped inside. The woman was speaking perfect english. Her voice was cracked, from the lack of water and nutrients. She gulped.

"I'm Sara." said Sara. The woman narrowed her eyes as if studying her.

"I know you from somewhere, I think." the woman said as she squinted. Her mouth was still half covered in tape.

Sara looked down. She knew this woman had seen her on the news, thought that she was a bad person.

What a great start thought Sara.

"Oh my god..." started the woman. "Your the doctor from Fox River aren't you?" Sara looked up from the floor and nodded.

"Yes, but I didn't do anything what they said they-" she was stopped abruptly as the woman began to smile.

"What?" asked Sara. The woman smiled.

"You must know my man then." She said as she looked at her with bright eyes.

"He was an inmate?" asked Sara as she gulped. Her heart was pounding faster as she listened with great detail.

The woman nodded. "Fernando Sucre." She said simply. Sara opened her mouth but quickly closed it nodding silently. He was Michaels cell mate, his best friend in prison.

"Oh my god." she whispered. She could feel the tears well up inside her as she thought about Michael.

"I'm Maricruz." said the woman in attempt to distract Sara. She looked up and smiled.

And smiling was all she could do.