The passage was very narrow and dark so Michael, Mia, Prince Phillip, and Lars had to stay in one line. Lars was in front and Michael was in the back. After what seemed about an hour of walking, the group reached the end of the passage. Lars slid a panel of the wall over and peeked out. It was dark, there was no one outside.

"It's cold, Princess. Put on your jacket." He told Mia then looked out again. There was no one around, so he motioned for the others to follow him. They shut the panel and followed close behind. All of a sudden, Lars stopped. He shoved Prince Philip, Mia and Michael up against a wall, behind some bushes. They dropped to their knees and pressed into the wall.

"Don't move." Lars mouthed silently. The bushes weren't large enough for all of them to get against the wall, so Michael got behind Mia and put his arms around her to keep her warm. The jacket she'd brought was very light and didn't keep her warm at all. Michael heard footsteps behind them and closed his eyes, praying that they wouldn't be seen. Mia stiffened and whimpered slightly. The footsteps stopped. They'd been heard. The footsteps walked towards the bushes and stopped. No one moved. No one made a sound. After what seemed like eternity, the footsteps moved away again, and faded off in the distance. Lars stood up quietly and checked to make sure there weren't anymore guards around. Prince Philip looked over at Michael who was trying to calm Mia down, she was almost in hysterics.

"Mia," He was whispering, "Babe, it's going to be fine. They didn't hear you." He rubbed her arms to try to keep her warm.

"You're fine. Your dad and I are right here, and Lars is right around the corner." She leaned forward and started crying into the front of his t-shirt. He put his arms around her and said, "It's okay. Hold on to me." He looked up and caught Prince Philip's eye. He blushed slightly and smiled. Prince Philip smiled back, then turned to talk to Lars.

Five minutes later, they were on the move again. Every time they heard a guard, they'd duck behind the bushes or the trees. They finally got past the castle gates where Lars had a private jet waiting. They hurried towards it. Just as Prince Philip climbed on, they were surrounded by lights.

"Stop where you are." A guard commanded from close range. Lars had two guns, so he grabbed one and threw the other at Michael.

"Princess, get in the jet." He mumbled. Mia edged her way towards the jet and her father grabbed her and pulled her the rest of the way in. Lars kept his gun drawn, and so did Michael. They glared at the guardsmen until they saw the circle of guardsmen part. Grandmere appeared from behind them.

"Oh it's you." She hissed, glaring at Michael. "I thought I'd see you again, unfortunately, this will be the last time." She motioned towards a guard and he rushed forwards to grab at Michael. Michael pulled the trigger on the gun. The guard stopped and looked around. Michael had shot at a tree.

"That was fully intentional!" He yelled with a grin, then shoved Lars into the jet, jumped in and slammed the door behind him. "Drive!" He yelled at the pilot. Then realized what he said. "Er—um—FLY!" He jumped into a seat next to Mia and buckled his belt.

MEANWHILE

On the ground back in Genovia, the guards were all gathered around a figure crumpled on the ground. "My heart—"Iit was moaning. "My heart—" The head guard pushed his way into the center of the circle and knelt next to the body. "The Queen is dead." He said loud enough for everyone to hear.

BACK IN THE SKY

Two hours into the flight, Michael lifted the arm rest between he and Mia's chairs. He eased Mia over so that she was lying on him. Lars was on his laptop, making arrangements for Prince Philip for when they arrived in New York. Prince Philip was looking around. He stared at Mia lying on Michael's chest with him staring at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world. He jabbed Lars in the ribs, then nodded over towards Michael. Lars nodded and shrugged.

"What's going on?" Prince Philip asked him. "Who is he?" Lars looked at him and smiled.

"Her best friend's brother. He's from New York and she's known him since she was little. They started dating three years ago, but then broke up. They were living together when your mother went and—and brought Mia to Genovia. As far as I can tell—they're back together." He said with a grin. "Actually, Michael came to Genovia last summer, while you were in Austria sir, and he also came three summers ago."

"Wait, that's Michael? Michael Moscowhozits?" Prince Philip looked baffled. "God, I never would have recognized him. He's a nice boy. We watched rugby together." He said, laughing. When he laughed, Michael opened his eyes and looked over at him. He lifted the hand that wasn't holding onto Mia and saluted Prince Philip. Prince Philip in turn smiled and nodded, then turned back to Lars and said, "I like him."