Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Prison Break or any of their characters including Lincoln Burrows, Michael Scofield, LJ Burrows, Sara Tancredi, or Mahon. I have no affiliation with Prison Break or any of its contents. I also do not own or have anything to do with episode: S01E01 and is owned by the producer of Prison Break.

A/N: Hey, hope everyone read chapter two because this will bring a closure to the ending! By the way, this chapter happens on the same day as chapter 2.

-------Arizona State Prison Cell number 9-------

In the corner of cell number 9, was LJ sitting with his arms crossed in front of him gently on top of his knees. His facial expressions were a mix between confusion and sorrow. His hands grew clammy, his face was a pale white and his eyes were a pale pink.

…63…1,506…64…why doesn't this make sense?

"Mr. Burrows, you have two minutes until you need to leave for your hearing. I need you to slowly get up off the ground and place your hands in front of you." A security guard asked, opening the jail cell.

LJ followed orders; he placed his hands together in front of his torso and watched as the guard placed hand cuffs on his wrists. The guard turned him around and grabbed his arm to begin walking him down the hall.

Come on LJ! You're smarter than this…think god damn it…think…

The guard grabbed LJ's arm tighter as they began walking out into the common area of the prison. All you could see were other convicts, walking the yard or playing cards. Just then LJ noticed the number 63 beside a bathroom door. He quickly stopped dead in his tracks and began tying his shoe.

"Get up!" The guard demanded trying to lift LJ up from the ground.

"My shoe is untied…" The young teen informed the officer as he began tying his shoe while trying to catch a closer glimpse of the number.

"Hurry up; we don't have all day…"

"Alright, calm down…" LJ responded in a rather short tone of voice.

"Don't use that attitude young man…"

"Sorry."

"Are you done?" The impatient adult asked awaiting LJ to tie his shoe. "My grandmother can tie her shoes faster and she's dead."

"I gotta go to the bathroom." LJ stated attempting to walk toward the bathroom door.

"Make it quick." The guard answered, un-locking the hand cuffs and opening the bathroom door.

LJ hurried his way into the restroom and looked around. He could only see four stalls, and the occasional bathroom sink that was covered in so much mold that it made them look green. The ceiling was a grayish white and had many holes in it from the harsh weather of Arizona. LJ looked around the room but only found himself more confused.

…What the hell does this all mean…?

Many ideas and concerns filled the young man's head. He began opening the stalls and found nothing but old toilets and pieces of toilet paper around the floors. He looked behind the old rusted sinks and still nothing. Just then he noticed a clock hanging from the back of the bathroom door. It read 3:04.

…Come on LJ…wait…1,506…its military time…shit that means I have two minutes to find 64?

Now frantic and worried, LJ quickly scanned the entire room again until he found a small storage room with the numbers 64 on the side of it. He raced across the floor and tried to open the door but it was locked. LJ began searching everywhere for something to open the door with. There was nothing in his pockets or around the door.

"Hurry up in there!" The guard yelled, opening the door to face LJ. "What's taking so long?"

"I have a nervous bladder…" LJ lied trying to buy time.

"Alright, well hurry it up. You have two minutes…" The guard responded, leaving the bathroom.

…How am I supposed to get through a door that is locked…?

Already getting nervous and sweaty, he stumbled upon a small paper clip in the second bathroom stall. He picked the small silver paper clip up and began unfolding it so that he had it in a thin wire-like form. The sweat that was running down his face and hands made it hard for LJ to open the door but finally did. He looked around the small storage room and saw Lincoln's hand reach for his from the ceiling above him.

-------Hospital room 27--------

Sara sat in the dark blue recliner that was placed next to the window of her hospital room. Her face had a look that could only be described as depressed. Between her messed up hair and ruined make-up, she looked rather matronly. The rain began to pour even harder as did the tears coming down from her face and ending up on the arm of her chair.

"Is there anything I can do for you Ms…Are you alright?" Heather asked pulling up a chair next to Sara.

"Yes…of course…" Sara said wiping her tears on her sweat shirt.

"Why were you crying?" The concerned nurse asked handing Sara a tissue.

"I just can't believe that people commit murders and can still live with themselves…" Sara lied trying to hide the fact she was actually crying because of Michael.

"Well, Gandhi always said: Be the change you want to see in the world." The nurse smiled as she watched Sara look back out the window. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No…a friend…I meant an acquaintance…what I meant was a patient of mine said that very quote." Sara said watching a tear fall down her face in the window's reflection.

"Oh really? Were you close to this patient?"

"Not really…"

…Yes…No…I don't know…

"It must have been frightening knowing that all your patients committed a crime. I saw in the news a few years back that a staff member of a jail in California married one of the inmates. I can't imagine dating one of them, let alone getting married." The nurse chuckled and took a sip of her water.

"…yeah…" Sara answered back realizing what she had done.

…What have I done…Am I crazy…? He is a convict Sara…but the way he held my hand and the way he looked at me like I was his everything…that is what I wanted more than anything…

"Well, I must be going. There is a patient next door that needs her medication." The red headed nurse said putting the chair back against the wall and leaving the room.

As soon as the nurse left, Sara unleashed all of her emotions completely. The tears became bigger and the anger she had toward herself grew stronger as she threw her book across the room. Her palms were sweating and her eyes were filled with a deep rage. Just then her pocket began vibrating, she answered her phone.

"Hello?" Sara answered, picking the book off the ground and setting it in her hospital bed.

"Hi, this is Jessica Stones, your father's secretary, he wanted me to call you and let you know that he is un-able to come and see you tonight due to an important meeting. He also wanted me to inform you that he'll re-schedule when time permits him to do so."

"Thanks." Sara shut her cell phone and threw it on the bed next to her book. Her eyes grew a dark red and her entire body began to shake. She found herself going through a withdrawal of both morphine and Michael.

------Arizona State Prison Storage Room------

"Just grab my hand LJ." Lincoln shouted, attempting to grab his son's hand and lift him up into the air ducts.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" The security guard asked as he grabbed his walkie talkie off his belt. "We have a code red, a prisoner is trying to escape by the name of Lincoln Burrows Jr…he has escaped out of the storage room in the restroom facility and is likely to still be in the building."

The prison alarms began to flash and LJ grabbed his father's hand and held onto it as tightly as he could until he finally reached the inside of the air ducts. Michael was scanning the walls of the duct for an escape as he watched his brother and nephew hug.

"I'm sorry to break this up, but we have to be going if we're going to stick to our schedule." Michael warned both of his family members.

"Alright, how are we gettin' outta this place?" A determined LJ asked his uncle.

"There is a hallway that leads to the back of the building…just follow me…" Michael began walking down a long narrow duct making sure that Lincoln and LJ were following closely.

"How much further is this place?" Linc asked in hopes that there was not much farther.

"We can go through here." Michael informed his family, opening the air vent that lead to the back parking lot.

Scofield reached out his hand to help both his brother and nephew exit out of the duct. Once everyone was out of it, Michael placed the vent back in its original state and made his way back to the Buick to find Lincoln already in the drivers' seat ready to go. LJ however was in the backseat spread out on the bench seats. Michael jumped into the passenger seat of the car and watched as Lincoln began to drive away. Just then Lincoln looked in his rear view mirror and saw a police car following them with its sirens on.