A/N: Thanks for the kind reviews, for those of you that did. I really appreciate it. :) Anyhoo, here's the next chapter. Again, please read and leave a review.

Chapter Two

Just one chance
Just one breath
Just in case there's just one left
'Cause you know,
you know, you know

Michael sighed in frustration as he flipped the man that had introduced himself as Kellerman's phone shut. It was the fourth time he'd tried to call her, and either she wasn't answering his calls, or something had happened to her. Seeing as though neither option was the least bit appealing, he once again typed the number he'd committed to his memory. This time, he didn't even hear a dial tone, only the recorded voice of the operator informing him that, "the person you are trying to call has their phone switched off." He shut the phone worriedly and slammed his elbow into the car door several times in frustration, attracting a sympathetic glance from Lincoln. The man known as Paul cast him a side long glance as he kept his main focus on the road ahead of them.

"Still no luck?" Lincoln questioned him carefully, turning around in his seat to face Michael, who was sitting in the back.

"I don't know why she isn't answering. If something's happened to her…." Michael closed his eyes, blinking back a tear. He couldn't allow himself to finish that sentence. Sara had to be okay. She just had to be. If anything had happened to her, he would never forgive himself.

"Just who are you trying to reach anyhow?" Kellerman asked cautiously from the driver's seat, although he was pretty certain who Scofield was trying so desperately to contact.

Michael stared at the man driving them. He did not for one second trust him. After he'd shot Mahone, Kellerman had led them out to an unmarked vehicle, urging them to follow him. He had told them that he had a safe place they could go where he could further explain his plan. Without a car, money, supplies, or any other options, the brothers had seen no other choice but to follow the man.

"Where are we going?" Michael asked expectantly, avoiding the question.

"A small motel, only a few more miles from here." Kellerman replied.

"And how do we know this isn't just a trap?" Lincoln questioned him.

"You don't." Kellerman laughed sarcastically. "But I'm pretty sure I could have taken you both out earlier if that's what I wanted to do. So basically, you'll just have to take my word for it." He shot Lincoln a wink, and turned back to face the road ahead.

Michael sighed in frustration. Nothing was going to plan. Things had stopped going according to plan a long time ago. He let his mind drift to Sara. God, she's probably so scared right now. He thought caringly. He really hadn't expected to feel this way about her. She had started as part of his plan, but after exchanging a few small sentences with her, he knew she was something different. It pained him to know how much hurt he'd caused her. There has to be a way to make everything right. There has to be.

Once again, Michael keyed Sara's number into his phone, praying she'd answer. Once more though, he received the pre-recorded message from the automated voice.

"Come on, Sara," he begged softly.

Sara walked slowly along the street, surveying the shops she passed by, until finally, she found what she was looking for. She heard the door bell sound as she walked into the electronic shop, signaling her presence to the teen behind the counter.

"Can I help you miss?" He asked politely.

"I need a charger for this," she said softly, motioning to the phone she held tightly in her hand.

The teen glanced at the long stitched gash on her arm, before returning his eyes to meet hers. In response, Sara nervously pulled her sleeve down to cover the wound.

"Try aisle three," he told her helpfully, offering up a small, sympathetic smile.

"Thanks," Sara replied, returning the smile and heading off in the direction he pointed.

She located the aisle and began scanning the rows of shelves until finally, her eyes landed on just what she needed. Taking the packet in her hands, she headed back to the cash register. She passed the charger, along with some of the cash she had left, over to the sales assistant. He finished the sale, handing her the charger and her change.

"Do you have a rest room?" Sara asked hopefully.

"Well…" He started, "It's really only for staff…" He caught sight of the distraught look in her eyes, and his expression softened. "Here," he said, passing her a key. "It's just through the back."

"Thank you," Sara replied gratefully as she took the key.

She stepped into the rest room, and found exactly what she had been hoping for: a power outlet. She took out the charger, and placed it in the socket, before plugging in the phone. She almost squealed with happiness as the phone lit up and began to charge. She stared silently at the screen and slid down to sit on the cold tiled floor.

"Come on, Michael," she begged softly.