Washington State

This was it. Now or never. He clutched the key tightly in his hand, his heart pounding. You do this and you will be with Sara again, he told himself. He was hardly breaking out of a prison, but it might as well have been. He hadn't been outside in over a year and didn't even know where he was! But he was determined as hell to make it out, finally. Louise burst into the room and shoved a plate of food onto the small table next to the bed. A packet sandwich, an apple and a can of Coca Cola. Hardly gourmet. Michael cracked open the Coke and downed a few swigs fast, craving for the sugar rush. But as he placed the can back and began to quickly execute his plan, the small key dropped onto the floor with a clang.

"What was that?" Louise asked quickly, walking over him. Her eyes scanned the floor and picked out the silver key. As Michael bent rapidly to retrieve it, she pulled out a gun from her jacket pocket and pointed it straight into his forehead.

"Where the fuck did you get that?" She snarled at him.

Michael refused to reply.

"Answer me! Where did you get that key?" Her voice was echoing round the small room as she bellowed into his face.

"You have five seconds to tell me, Scofield, or I will blow your brains out and feed them to my dogs. You hear me?"

"I wouldn't do that if I was you." Doctor Phelps was stood at the door, a gun pointed at Louise.

"You…you traitor!" She screamed. "How could you? After everything we did for you!"

"Everything you did for me?" He exclaimed. "You mean killing my family? Burning them to death so I could work for this bully driven organization? Face it Louise, The Company is done. Finished. Your father was fried to death and your sister had one brain cell which made her walk away from it all."

"Your family held you back!"

"HOW DARE YOU!" He yelled. "How dare you! They were innocent! My little girl was only three years old and she burnt to death! How do you sleep at night!"

"Very well, knowing this country will soon be ours." She smirked, all the while the gum still pointing between Michael's eyes.

Phelps took the gun off safety and pointed it at Louise. "You bitch." He pulled the trigger and shot her in the left knee cap. She fell to the floor, screaming.

"You…your dead! Mark my words!"

Michael jumped up and Louise's gun off the floor; he figured he may need that along his journey.

"Take this," said the doctor, thrusting $100 into his hand, as well as a cell phone. "It's untraceable. Go get your family before its too late. Hurry. I wont give her the satisfaction of finishing her off but I know she will come after you if it's the last thing she does. Get your family, be safe. Good luck, Scofield."

Michael hesitated. "Come with me," he said. "I owe you my life. Come with me."

"Thank you, but my time is done. I'm going to join my family now. Go Michael, go!"

Michael tore through the building and found a stairwell. He ran down as fast as he could, until he spotted the emergency exit sign. He unlocked it with the little silver key and the alarm sounded. All around him was forest, but he ran and didn't stop.

He figured out he was in Washington State but had no idea where he had to go. He was exhausted; he'd been running for what felt like forever and was on the verge of collapsing. Remembering he had the cellphone, he pulled it out and dialed the only number he knew by heart. He prayed it was still in operation.

"Hello?" The voice was hazy and laced with tiredness.

"Linc," he said quietly. "Linc, its me."

"What the….this better not be some sort of sick fucking joke! Who is this?!"

"It's me Linc, it's me. Please, its really me."

Lincoln sat up in bed, his heart beating as though it would come away from his body.

"How the hell? What the fuck? What's going on? Is that really you bro?"

"I've been held by The Company. I'm in Washington State. You need to come and get me."

"Are you ok? Jesus Christ I can't believe this! Michael I cant believe this! How do you know this line isn't being tapped?"

"It's a Company phone. Listen Linc, wheres Sara?"

"Sara's safe Mike, she's good."

Michael let out a long sigh, a lump forming in his throat.

"You've got a son Michael, a beautiful boy. He's amazing." A sob escaped from his mouth. A son. A little boy. His and Sara's precious son.

"Lincoln, please, I need to get back. Please help me."

"Anything bro, just tell me where."

"Remember when we used to speak, back in Fox River and in Sona. You remember right?"

Lincoln confirmed.

"Good. Now listen, listen carefully. At a 3.15 I'll be at the bus shelter, looking at the statue. I herd its gonna be 90 degrees tomorrow, you got that?"

Michael would be standing at the statue tomorrow, the shelter at a 90 degree angle from him.

"Ok Mike I got that. Oh and by the way, its you boy's 1st birthday tomorrow. Michael's gonna be one."

"Then get me back for that. Please."

"I'm on my way brother," Lincoln assured.

"Oh and Linc," Michael began. "Promise you won't breathe a word to Sara? Just in case something happens. I can't get her hopes up and dash them down again. It's not fair."

"You have my word."