Three Months Later . . .

"Happy Birthday Sara!"

"Thank you Dr. Perry."

"We've known each other for three years. You can call me David."

Sara just nodded. She hated her birthday and she was not in a very good mood. Her father hadn't even sent her the usual flowers. Not that she minded. Their relationship had become non-existent and Sara believed she was better off for it.

"Do you have plans to celebrate?"

"Not really, " she said taking a sip of her coffee.

"Then we should grab some dinner. You have to celebrate some way."

Sara paused for a moment and pondered the request. She planned on letting her birthday pass like any other day, but it was time to move on and let herself be happy again. David was not someone she could ever see herself with, but going out with him wouldn't hurt anything.

"Alright. I'm off at seven."

"Seven it is," he smiled at her then disappeared outside to meet an ambulance. Sara couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the thought of going out with someone other than Michael. She hadn't seen or heard from him in three months. He had called her for two weeks and left messages that she never returned. When the day came that he didn't call Sara found herself feeling helpless. Now all she felt was empty.

She could no longer ignore the fact that she was in love with Michael Scofield. She had know it for a long time in Fox River and those feelings never went away. Sometimes she would turn the corner to her apartment hoping to see him standing there, but she was always disappointed.

Forget about him, she told herself. It was doomed from the start. But then again, there was a small origami flower sitting on her bookshelf that told her differently.

David took her to a small French restaurant on the edge of town. It was the upscale type of place Sara hated, but she didn't complain. "Do you come here often?"

"I do, actually. My brother is an engineer and he usually comes here with people from his firm."

"I didn't know you had a brother. Are you close?"

"Very. He's my best friend."

Reminds me of someone, she thought with a smirk. They ordered their food and chatted about different topics. Sara found that he was easy to talk to. He started to tell a story about his first days as an intern when his face broke into a smile. "I don't believe it."

"What?" she asked following his gaze.

"My brother's here."

She watched as a large group of men in suits entered the restaurant. A man, who she assumed to be David's brother, started toward them. The brothers exchanged a quick hug and David introduced Sara. "So what are you guys doing here?" David asked.

"It was the last day for one of our engineers."

David nodded. Sara excused herself quietly motioning towards the restroom. As she got up she could hear David and his brother continue their conversation and she had a feeling that she wouldn't be missed.

Sara rummaged in her purse looking for her lipstick and when she looked up she found herself in the gaze of Michael Scofield.

"Hello, Sara," he said evenly.

"Michael. Why are you here?" Her tone held more anger than she intended.

"It's my going away party," he replied looking to the group she saw walk in earlier.

"Going away party?"

"Yeah. I'm moving."

"Where?"

"New York. I got a job offer. Plus, I'm not one for staying in one place too long. At least, not lately."

"Are Lincoln and Veronica going with you?" she asked. The thought of Michael moving didn't sit very well with her.

"No. I think we all need a little space."

Sara couldn't believe what she was hearing. The Michael she knew would never leave his brother behind. He seemed different to her, but she couldn't pinpoint what it was. He seemed . . .indifferent. Like moving, leaving his brother, leaving her, didn't phase him at all. "I guess this is good bye then."

"Yeah, I guess it is."

He took a few steps away from her before turning back. He gave her a small smile, the first she had seen from him in three months, and looked her in the eyes. "Happy birthday."

She stared at his retreating form and watched as he walked towards the door, leaving his party. Sara stared at the door for a moment before letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding. With a sinking feeling she realized that was the last time she would probably ever see Michael Scofield.