Michael let himself be led back to the block. It was quiet, too quiet.
"Open on 40." The guard called out.
The sound of the cell door sliding open seemed like it was coming from miles away. Michael walked numbly into the cell, sitting down on his bunk, his head in his hands.
"Yo, Fish." Sucre whispered from his bunk after the door was secured and the guard gone. "You okay?"
"Yeah." Michael laid back on his bunk.
Sucre hopped down from his bunk and squatted in front of Michael. "So?"
"So, what Sucre?" Michael said, exhausted from the emotional strain of the day.
"What happened, Fish?" Sucre asked. "I mean, did they?"
"No."
"No?"
"Yeah. No. They flipped the switch and the lights went out. The emergency generators came on to power the lights but the current to the chair was dead."
"It worked." Sucre laughed to himself.
Michael sat up, leaning on an elbow.
"What worked?" He said sternly.
"I said a prayer to La Madre to not let Lincoln die."
"Yeah, right." Michael glared at him. "What did you do, Sucre."
"Don't be mad, Fish. I was trying to help."
"What did you do."
"After you left, Bellick had the block put into lockdown. I guess he figured some of the guys might get frisky what with what was about to happen. I had nothing better to do, seeing as I don't read and there's no television in the block. I figured it was a good chance for some private time with Pedro."
"Pedro -- Oh, yeah. I get it." Michael grinned. "So you hung a sheet?"
"I hung a sheet. And then I went exploring. Figured I could guess my way to death chamber."
"You could have gotten caught. Blown everything."
"Yeah. But I didn't. Way I saw it, they had checked things out and double checked them. Something about that look in Bellick's eye said they found something wrong and fixed it without telling anyone there was trouble. So they wouldn't be looking for trouble again." Sucre laughed. "I didn't know what the heck I was doing. I just found all those wires and shit and figured if I could cross them up, maybe I could blow the fuse."
"Or blow yourself up."
"Yeah, well, sometimes you gotta take risks for a friend."
Michael nodded. "This doesn't stop things. Just delays them."
"Your brother's alive and we got at least three weeks before they can take him back down to that chamber." Sucre held out a hand. "We got all we need."
Michael grasped his hand. "Thanks to you, man. Thanks to you."
"Any time, amigo."