It was visitation and Erica was called from her cell to the line. She didn't know who was coming, her parents? Her cheap ass lawyer? Or her brother? Erica sighed, she didn't have any friends and she didn't have anyone who would really help her though everything. Erica turned to see Abruzzi being called out and Michael, she wondered who was visiting them but the line started to move forward and Erica walked. She was taken to a different part of the prison that was on the first floor and then led towards a room called: Visits. Erica was ld through the metal door, quickly patted down, and then the fence door opened for her allowing to go. She scanned the room for who was here for her, she saw no one until a guard called her over and she went.

"You have a private meeting Morning," the guard said.

Private meeting? Erica thought who would want a private meeting with her? Erica peered into the rom and saw a single table and two chairs. It was practically bare except for the clock on the wall. The guard motioned her in and she took a seat.

"He will be here in a minute," the guard said starting to close the door.

"Who is it?" Erica asked.

"Your brother."

I knew it Erica thought. As the door closed and locked she looked around beige walls, the clock and a small night table pushed into the side with the bed pushed up and leaning against the wall. As the clock ticked along Erica felt herself becoming more and more tired. She sighed and then rested her head against the table.

The last time she saw her brother, Trent, was when her parents had split, her father took him against court orders and forced him to move to Manitoba with him. Erica remembered how her mother cursed and screamed at her father through the phone as well as the courts who said that they couldn't do anything since his father now was on Canada territory so the legal system changes. The Canadian police had found out the illegal move that her father did and tracked him down in his home but found that it was stripped bare and no one found him since.

Three years after the hectic legal shit, Trent was found unconscious in a cabin in the middle of the woods by hunters. He was beaten up terribly and his throat was slashed but the police said that he was still much alive. When he was in the hospital her mother was informed that the blade that cut Trent's throat was dull, which would explain the shallow depth but in conclusion to the but left him with a slight stutter, which the doctors think was because of the traumatic and physical damage to the throat especially to the larynx.

After that Erica heard that Trent had signed himself out of the hospital and was heading up to New York.

The door opened and Erica was brought out of her thoughts and looked to see the guard leading in her brother. He was better than she last saw him, he had gained some muscle, his hair was still unruly but she liked it that way it suited him. His green eyes darted around the room and then they fell on his sister.

"Hi," she said.

"H...hello," he said timidly.

"Twenty minutes," the guard growled before slamming and locking the door behind the two. Erica got up and then with one step found herself embracing him. Trent was shocked at first but then sighed and hugged her back. They both hadn't seen each other for five years and both felt like crying for hours.

"I missed you," Erica said in a strangled voice.

"I mi-missed you t-to Er-Erica," Trent managed.

Erica let him go and stood back then offered him to sit down he did.

"I hea..heard wh-what hap-happen-ed."

Erica nodded, "It is true."

Trent gave a timid nod and then said, "Wh-why did y-you do it?"

Erica sighed and said, "I'm a pyromaniac Trent, you know what that is right? I've also messed up a couple of times."

Trent looked at her like he didn't want to believe her but he saw that every word was true.

"I am so sorry Trent," Erica said, "How is mom?"

"Sh-she's alr-alright I suh-suppo-suppose."

"Suppose?"

Trent opened his mouth to speak but then closed it.

"Where is she? Is she still at home?"

"Um... Sh-she is in the hos-hospital."

"WHAT?"

"Fe-fell dow-down the sta-stairs last we-week."

"Why didn't she call me?"

Trent shrugged, "S-she told muh-me sh-she di-did."

Erica sighed and closed her eyes, this isn't happening to her. Her mother in the hospital, her brother living on his own again and the escape is only in a week or so. Things were going to fast for Erica to keep up. She looked around and then saw that the guard was calling the five minute warning.

"Okay listen," Erica said, "I don't have much time but I am going to get out of here."

"In t-ten yea-years!"

"No, in about a week or so depending on how fast things go."

Trent immediately caught on and his eyes grew wide.

"You must keep it a secret don't tell mum."

"Why a-are you te-tell-ing me th-this?"

"Because you are the only one I trust."

Trent pondered and then said, "W-what do y-you wan-want me t-to do?"

"I'm not sure quite yet, can you see me next week?"

Trent nodded and Erica said, "Next week Friday, private meeting."

"O-okay."

The door opened and then guard approached Erica with handcuffs.

"Let's go, times up!"

Erica got up and the handcuffs were placed on her Trent was led in the other direction. Erica was led through the fenced door and then listened as the large heavy metal door closed and locked behind her.