Why the name in this headline sounds so familiar to him . Michael Scofield – Fox river… It's the first time since he awake 6 years ago something sounds familiar with him. For minutes now he sits there staring at the dark screen. The words circle in his head. He is wondering if it's really possible to remember something happened in his past.
Doubting his own feelings he says " Maybe it's just because it was the last thing I read!"
He is not sure if it's a good idea to restart the PC and have a look at the article. So the noise the coffeemaker made when a bit steam comes out of it is a good excuse to decide having breakfast first.
He stands up and looks for a cup. Somehow he can't find a clean one. So he annoyed takes the next best from the table near by. He hold it at his nose . "Smells like coffee's good" he is thinking . He doesn't takes the time to clean it, just fill the fresh coffee in. Thinking " Coffee is hot, no matter. "
While waiting for his toast gets ready he looks around in the room. The clothes from yesterday still lying on the bottom. A single left shoes, missing the right one, lying dirty directly in front of the entry . Not to mention the messy bed and the table full of dishes who needs to be cleaned. His desk is surrounded by 6 stacks of newspapers. One for every year he was John. All kinds of books are stored nearly everywhere in the room with no system . Hemmingway meets Steven King beside his bed , as well as Phillip Roth's " The human stain" sharing a board with "A midsummer Night's dream" by Shakespeare.
Directly in front of him , among some more used clothes lying the book he is reading at the moment . He like the atmosphere in this book very much. It's " Wide Saragossa Sea " by Jane Eyre. He wonder how long it will take to find the page where he stopped this time, because he always forget to but a bookmarker in, to makes it easier to find . But Michael mostly find it fast, he only need to close his eyes and the picture of the site with all details is back in his mind. "37" shows up in his mind . He grabs the book and a smile comes in his face when he opens it and see the page fits exactly with the one he remembers. While throwing the book back Michael shaking his head about himself . "I really need to clean up." He is thinking.
The only place that looks like a different universe is the corner where he does his work. There everything seems to be on the right place. This place is a bit like being a part of his unknown past. " I always liked it clean and tidy" he is thinking , when his sight falls on this place and recognizing this is a new memory makes him shiver a bit . He never thought about this but his work is a part of his past too.
Michael works for the owner of this house as structural engineer . Back there in LA , he worked for a deliver service to earn some money, not knowing what was his profession when he left the hospital. While doing this he came to an architecture office one day . All the people were discussing about the project they were working on for days now, without finding an solution for a major static problem and the customer an eccentric millionaire was getting impatient about the delay. So no one recognized him . He looked around in the office and when his sight fell on the blueprints he knew in second what was wrong. Wondering why no one see this solution he was like in trance took a pencil from the desk beside him and went to correct it.
Max , the boss and owner of the house was the first one who recognized Michael drawing lines on the blueprints and wanted to stop him immediately. He was just on with yell something like " Are you crazy? Get your hands off….!" When he recognized this deliver-boy solve the problem in a perfect straight way, non of his employees ever would be able to do . So he got interested in his story and offers him a job .
"In that moment, I remembered that I love to do this work" Michael is thinking . " It's not my first memory! There must be something left from my past deep down in my mind and something must have turned the key to let it out."
He is thinking about the time when he worked for Max in LA . He never became familiar with this big city . He felt like a stranger always questioning if one of the hundreds of people crossing his way all day knew something about him. It became more and more difficult for him to deal with the situation . Max who became more his friend than his boss in a short time one day offers him to live and work here and Michael was very grateful about that . 5 years he is living here now and he still enjoy the silence. He find some kind of inner freedom for his tortured soul here . The silence of this lonely place make him very creative and won some architecture awards over the years always denying to join for the gala he soon got the name " The mystery genius " and that makes him smile whenever he read it . Once a week someone from the firm comes to get Michael's works , which couldn't be sent as mail to LA and bring new projects and the things Michael needs , like food to him…
The " bling ",when toast is ready brings Michael back in reality . Fast he takes the toast out of the toaster , balance the hot toasts with putting it from hand to hand to the table and starts too eat it fast after put some honey on it .The whole time he feels like the dark PC- screen look at him like a demon. Michael still afraid to start it, afraid of another disappointment .
So after breakfast he starts at first to clean up the house avoiding to look in the direction of the desk. He do it more slowly than necessary and hesitate to put the last cleaned cup on the board a bit . A look in the now properly cleaned room tells him no more excuses.
Michael put the rest of the already cold coffee in his cup and goes to start his search. This time he doesn't hesitate anymore. This time he focus on the screen while the site opens. The only short moment of hesitation hits him when the article finally is opened .
With taking a deep breath Michael starts reading :
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Miami11.04.05:
Today, Michael Scofield , known as the brain of the escape from the "Fox river eight " was killed by an explosion while breaking out his wife Sara Tancredi Scofield, who was under suspect for killing a woman named Christina Hampton. According to Agent Wheatly from Miami state police he died on the way to hospital , because of the major burns he suffered when he manipulate the prison's generator ……………………..
From intern sources I heard that Sara T. S. is pregnant. Her successful escape let me expect that the knowledge his " Final break " gives a little " Scofield" the opportunity to be born and live in freedom let rest him in peace.
Good bye " Breakout King " Michael Scofield . RIP.
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The picture shown at the end of the article makes pretty clear he is Michael Scofield .
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Sara Tancredi Scofield! -
The woman he saw in his dreams.