William Durst sighed as he paced impatiently in front of the window in the private visitation room of Statesville Prison. It had been several weeks since he had last seen Michael Scofield and he was anxious to see him. Prior to Lincoln's release, he had made it a priority to see Michael at least once a week. It was his way of looking out for the boy, whom he had grown to care about like a son. But now that Michael had his brother back, he thought it was a bit intrusive. After all, Lincoln had looked after Michael his entire life. He knew the boys would call if they needed him and that was exactly what Lincoln had done.

Michael was refusing to see his brother and Lincoln was not taking it well at all. His obscenity laced conversation with Durst's assistant earlier that morning had certainly angered the veteran laywer. But once he got over his anger, he was sympathetic to Lincoln's situation and extremely concerned about Michael.

Durst heard the door to the visitation room open and turned to see Michael being escorted into the room by a guard.

"You have one hour." The guard informed the men before closing the door and leaving the two alone in the room.

Michael didn't even acknowledge Durst when he entered the room. He simply trudged over to the table, with his head down and took a seat.

Durst took one look at Michael and frowned.

"Well, I can clearly see why Lincoln is so upset. You look like hell Michael."

"Nice to see you too." Michael replied sarcastically.

"What happened?" Durst asked sliding out a chair and taking a seat across from Michael at the table.

"Nothing." Michael said, finally raising his head to make eye contact with his lawyer. "I told Linc that I would prefer it if he didn't come to see me anymore and he got pissed off."

"Yeah…that much I know." Durst replied.

"So why are you here then?" It was a stupid question. Michael knew that. But he was exhausted and his patience was wearing thin.

"Are you kidding me Michael?" Durst said, leaning across the table to get right in Michael's face. "You're brother is very upset. Doesn't that bother you?"

"Lincoln overreacts. He always has. That's his problem." Michael countered.

"Well, normally I'd agree with you. But now that I'm here and I'm looking at you…I don't think he's overreacting at all."

Michael sighed as he rested his elbows on the table and buried his face in his hands.

"Michael…" Durst said quietly, reaching across the table to gently pull Michael's hand from his face. "Come on son…tell me what's going on?"

"It's better this way. Trust me." Michael insisted.

"Better for who?" Durst asked, raising his voice.

"For both of us." Michael shot back. "I can't go on like this and neither can Lincoln."

"Go on like what?" Durst persisted. "Michael…you waited so long to be reunited with your brother. You couldn't wait to see him. What happened? What changed?"

"I don't know!" Michael shouted, slamming his fist onto the table. "I just…I didn't think it would be this hard. OK?"

"Seeing your brother is hard?"

"Yes! I mean…no! I mean… you don't understand!" Michael wailed, bring his hands to his head in frustration once again.

"So take a breath, calm down, and explain it to me." Durst replied calmly. "Listen Michael…I'm on your side here. OK? If you don't want to see Lincoln, that's fine. I'm not going to force you. But I have to be able to explain this to Lincoln."

"He asks too many questions." Michael explained, lowering his hands once again so Durst could clearly see the anguish in his eyes. "I just want to forget and he's making it so damn hard."

"Michael what exactly are we talking about here?"

There were so many things in Michael's life that anyone would want to forget and Durst knew that if he was going to help Michael, he had to know what exactly it was he was talking about. But Durst also knew that Michael was constantly struggling with the memories of his past. It could be anything or it could be everything. With Michael, you just never knew.

Michael slid his chair back and got up from the table, turning his back to Durst.

"Michael?"

"Callous …"Michael began in a shaky voice.

"What about Callous?" Durst demanded. The mere mention of the man's name was enough to make his blood boil.

"He's back in gen pop." Michael informed him.

"What?" Durst got up from the table and quickly crossed the room to where Michael was standing. "When?"

"Two weeks ago." Michael replied, walking away from him.

Durst took a deep breath, trying to remain calm.

"Michael…has he touched you?"

Michael, who still had his back to Durst, shook his head.

"Has he threatened you?"

Michael let out a manic little chuckle and finally turned to face his lawyer.

"Of course. The man spent six months in solitary confinement because of me."

"No. The man spent six months in solitary confinement because he is a sadistic asshole!"

"Well, he doesn't quite see it that way." Michael informed him.

"OK." Durst said, nodding his head. "It'll be fine. I'll just talk to the Warden and we'll have you placed in Ad Seg this afternoon."

"No!" Michael replied, shaking his head. "No way."

"Michael, it's the only way to keep you safe!"

"No!" Michael insisted. "You do that and Lincoln is going to know something is up."

"He already knows something is up Michael! Why the hell do you think I'm here!"

"He doesn't know anything! And that's the way it's going to stay!" Michael hollered at him.

"That's what this is all about. Isn't it? You're afraid your brother is going to find out what Callous did to you."

"I'm not going to Ad Seg and I'm not going to see Lincoln. This conversation is over." Michael informed him and headed toward the door.

"Michael wait. Come on…please. Just hold on a second." Durst pleaded, reaching out to take Michael's arm.

Michael sighed and closed his eyes, but made no movement to break free from Durst's grasp.

"Just let me get you into Ad Seg. OK? We don't even have to tell Lincoln you're there."

Michael considered this for a moment.

"William, have you ever been locked by yourself in a small, confined area? Locked all alone in a room with nothing but your memories and personal demons?" Michael finally asked in a cool and casual tone.

"No I haven't." Durst admitted.

"Well I have." Michael snapped at him. "And I'd rather Callous kill me than have to endure that again."

Durst frowned and quickly turned his back to Michael. He was so frustrated and he didn't want to get angry, but he could feel it building. He took a moment to compose himself before turning back.

"OK Michael fine. You win. No Ad Seg." Durst conceded. "And you're obviously tired and upset so I'm going to let this go for now. But I need you to do something for me."

"What?" Michael asked, sounding annoyed.

"Let me talk to Lincoln."

Michael grimaced and turned away.

"Just let me talk to him Michael. Explain to him what happened."

Michael started to shake his head.

"You said it yourself Michael. He's already knows something is wrong. It will be better this way."

"How do figure?" Michael shot back.

"Well for starters, Lincoln won't have to wonder any more Michael. That's what's killing him Michael. Knowing something is wrong but not knowing what it is."

"And you think knowing the truth will make him feel better?" Michael asked him. He wasn't yelling anymore and he didn't seem angry. He just wanted Durst 's honest opinion.

"Not at first. No." Durst admitted. "But it's impossible to deal with the unknown Michael. And that's what your asking Lincoln to do right now. He will deal with this. I have faith in him Michael and I would think by now you would too."

"I do have faith in my brother William." Michael informed him as he turned back and banged on the door to get the attention of the guard. "I always have. And despite what you may think…I trust you and I trust your judgment. You do what you think is right."

"If you don't want me to Michael, just say the word." Durst replied as the guard opened the door and Michael began to exit.

"Just do what you think is right." Michael responded without looking back.