Michael and Lincoln were making mindless chatter, but I was only half-listening. Other than their chatting, it was completely silent because Michael wouldn't let us listen to the radio. I was sitting Indian style in the back seat with my head resting in my hand, and I was completely bored. I hoped that wherever we were going wasn't going to be a long drive, or I thought I might go insane.

"Are we boring you Laney?" asked Lincoln teasingly.

"Yes."

They both smiled to each other.

"Well this still has to be better than being in Fox River," he said.

I just shrugged my shoulders, but really didn't say anything. Lincoln looked back at me like I was insane.

"Oh that's right. No one of you guys were strapped to the electric chair."

I tried to hide back a smile.

"Don't take it personal Linc, she is just all lonely without her cell mate."

I gave Michael a nasty glare through the rearview mirror. He was just smirking back at me and I could have killed him.

"She hasn't been gone from Abruzzi for that long," Lincoln said confused.

"I'm not talking about that cell mate."

"Michael!" I shouted reaching forward and punching him in the shoulder.

I don't ever think I had heard Michael and Lincoln laugh like that before. Not that I felt particularly happy that they were laughing about Tweener and I. I rested back in my seat pouting at the both of them, only causing them to laugh more. Honestly though, Michael did have a point. I did miss some of my time being in Fox River. We weren't on the run every hour, at least we got to eat and sleep, and of course I missed sharing my cell with Tweener. I inwardly cursed Michael for sending Tweener away that night. I just hoped that wherever he was that he was safe.

Michael suddenly whipped the car off of the main road causing me to fall over sideways in my seat. I shouted out Michael's name as we sped off the road and our way to this rickety old bridge. He whipped the car in a 360 and we were heading straight for the railing. I doubted that railing would hold my weight let alone this car. I screamed a loud, and right at the last minute Michael slammed on the breaks causing the car to stop. Now I was cursing myself for not wearing a seat belt because when Michael slammed on the breaks I flew from my seat on to the cramped floor. Michael and Lincoln both looked down at me with a curious expression, and I just glared at the both of them.

"A little warning would have been appreciated," I spat.

They both grinned and quickly stepped out of the car. It took me a couple of tries of rocking myself back and forth before I pulled myself up to the door. I stormed out of the car preparing to give the guy's a piece of my mind, and I saw them unscrewing the bolts on that rusty railing. Now I wished I would have been paying attention to their conversation because I was completely lost. I opened my mouth to say something, but Michael cut me off.

"You might want to get your bags out of the car. We won't be driving it any more."

I raised my eyebrows and put my hands on my hips. Did he really just tell me that we went spent the whole morning because he was so damn determined to get that car back just to get rid of it right now? I let out an annoyed sigh and moved to get my things out of the car. I quickly grabbed my bags and Michael was messing around in the trunk. I shut the door and Michael and Lincoln were both standing with these bags full of skin and blood. I screamed and dropped my bag to the ground. What the hell was that? I bent over to get my bag and Michael and Lincoln moved to the front seat, and were messing around with the radio. Then they both quickly moved away from the car.

"You now might want to get back from the car."

I looked at him confused, but I saw that Michael and Lincoln both started sprinting from the car, I decided the best option was to follow. The car lurched forward and crashed forward through the railing and plummeting to the ground below. The crash of the car was echoing through my ears and Michael and Lincoln were both stopped at the edge of the bridge. Michael was staring confused at the now demolished car.

"What?" I asked annoyed.

"Something's wrong," he replied.

Before I could ask, we all heard the sirens of a police car and all of our heads snapped up in that direction. A large black SUV was headed in our direction, and it wouldn't take long for them to get here. How did Mahone even find us, we were in the middle of nowhere?

"The timer isn't going to go off," said Michael.

I looked back down the bridge at the smoking car.

"Someone is going to have to go down there and set it off," I said.

Michael and Lincoln just looked at each other. I could tell they were trying to figure out which one of them was going to have to go down there. I pushed passed them and rolled my eyes.

"Babies," I said.

I slipped my bag off of my shoulders and started running down the hill. I had to fight my way through the brush and trees, but eventually I made my way just inches from the car. The sirens were getting louder, and I was going to have to do this quickly. I walked over to the car and dropped to my knees. Luckily, the windshield and all of the windows were completely smashed so it made it easier to climb into the car. Those bags filled with blood had exploded all over the seats, and I had my face literally inches from the a pile of blood. I over dramatically held my breath as I inched closer to the radio. All I would have to do is hit the scan button. Unfortunately, Michael said something about a timer, and when he said that it made me think something was going to explode. I reached out my finger and slowly pressed in the button, and then…

BOOM!