My favorite days of Fox River were Sundays. I got to get up, and go to church. My family was never extremely religious or anything, but I always found comfort in going to church. It was nice knowing that there was a higher power who was there to assist me if I needed it. Abruzzi usually went with me, and it usually surprised me. He did where that cross around his neck, but I find it hard to believe that a murderer would want to go to church. Abruzzi explained to me though that it was for his forgiveness of everything he has done in the past. I had to admire that.

Another reason I loved Sundays, was because that I got to see Lincoln at church. The more I got to talk to him the more I realized he was just a big teddy bear. He had a son named Lincoln Jr. (LJ) who came to visit him once I week. I guess I never pictured Lincoln as fatherly, but every time LJ comes up you can see Lincoln's eyes light up. We would talk about his execution every once in a while, but I always felt uncomfortable bringing it up. He would never tell Michael this, but he was actually really afraid to die. He always acted so tough for Michael's sake, but he told me he didn't want to get his hopes up for anything. I didn't really understand what that meant. Why would he need to get his hopes up? I guess it could be that til' this day he claims his innocence. He swears to me that he did not murder Terrance Steadman. I just had a hard time believing him because the evidence stacked against him. But hey, when you were raised to be a federal agent, it was ingrained into your brain that evidence always wins. But as the days grew closer and closer, I started to feel sadder about Lincoln's execution. He was truly a nice guy who made a horrible mistake.

Today I saw Lincoln talking to Michael briefly. The way those two talked to each other was like they were the only two people on the planet. And that was all that mattered. I approached Lincoln when Michael walked away.

"Morning Linc," I said sliding into the seat next to him.

He gave me a big grin.

"Morning Laney."

"What were you and Michael talking about?"

He looked up at the ceiling before answering. Again, he had to think about what he was going to say, so I knew that he was going to lie to me.

"Oh he was just bringing up an old memory," he said.

If that was a lie, then it was a damn good one. Oops, I shouldn't curse in the church. Lincoln was so serious all the time it was hard to tell when he wasn't telling the truth.

"Were you and Michael close when you were younger?"

"When we were younger, yes. Michael went through a rough time after mom died, and our dad wasn't around, so for a while it was just me and him. I was older, though, so the foster system took him away and I was stuck on my own. When tried to reconnect when we were older, but Michael finished college and was so smart. I barely made it through high school and was in all kinds of trouble. Him being here in Fox River makes me think back to when we were kids, and I feel the need to protect him."

It shocked me how much Michael and Lincoln had been through. I could understand so clearly know why they acted the way they did in prison.

"I'm sure Michael is very grateful for that," I said, "I know he cares about you very much."

Lincoln smiled at me, but the service started so we didn't get to talk after that. The guards didn't let him hang around much after it was over either. I said my goodbyes to Lincoln and decided that I would go check out the cafeteria.

I wasn't really that hungry, but I didn't want to sit in the cell by myself, so I found Westmoreland eating his breakfast. I sat down across from him and gave Marilyn a scratch behind the ear. I think I was her favorite person in this place, besides Westmoreland of course. I spotted Abruzzi standing at the front of the line waiting for Michael to get his tray. Nowadays it seemed like those two were attached at the hip. They walked and talked and the closer they got to our table I could make out some of what they were saying. The last thing I was able to pick out of their conversation was something about a key. I had a feeling I would find out about that soon enough. Michael soon joined Westmoreland and I at the table.

"Morning Mr. Scofield," said Westmoreland.

"Charles are there any ways to stall a transfer," Michael asked bluntly.

A transfer? That is what the Warden must have been to see Michael about. So Michael was getting transferred out of Fox River? No wonder he shouted, it was getting closer to Lincoln's execution date.

"Oh there are many ways to stall a transfer," replied Westmoreland. "You just file a motion stating that leaving would violate your constitutional right, and the state is required by law to hear it. They can't move you until they do."

I had the feeling that most of these motions were just bull shit excuses for the inmates, but Westmoreland did have a point. All motions were required by law to be heard out. God bless the legal system I guess. I wasn't really thinking things through before I blurted out.

"Make sure it ends in 'sitis'".

They both looked at me quizzically.

"Well if it ends in 'sitis' that means that it is some sort of illness and it sort of sounds serious," I admitted.

They both started laughing in agreement. I don't know I decided to help Michael file his motion. I guess I felt a little like he should be able to stay here until after his brother's execution. After that, he could go anywhere he liked. I didn't care.