Michael needs to step out of the house for a moment. It's a beautiful day and the autumn sun with her still warm rays stroking his skin. Looking at the lake Michael remembers he wasn't swimming the last 2 days. The shimmering blue water lying there like a mirror that reflects the small white clouds looks tempting.
Michael was just thinking about to take his clothes off and enjoy the sparkling refreshment, when the phone rings.
" Hey, genius!" a familiar voice says when Michael picks it up. "Where is my progress mail? You know how eccentric this guy is. "
"Damn! The glasshouse- project!" Michael is thinking.
" Hello Max! " he manage to say " Sorry, I was … Ehm .. .!" he is searching for words looking at the careless into the corner thrown blueprints of this project he normally likes so much.
In his mind the construction he made shows up clearly. The customer wants a house fully made from glass and Michael loved the idea. He made a construction using glass in different colours, mixed in a way that makes the structure of the rooms shown very well at one side and gives the viewer also the feeling to be free from trapping walls.
" Hey John what's wrong?" Max-worried voice awakes Michael from his daydream.
" Ehm… Max. I'm sorry I haven't finished it yet. " Michael answers thinking if he should tell Max what he finds out the last 2 days.
" John you know how this guy terrorises me if I can't show him something, what's the matter with you? " Max says a bit more worried now.
" It's time to tell him the truth!" Michael decides in his mind.
" Max! I know it's just!" Michael searching for the right words, " It's just, I find out who I am!"
Max doesn't say anything for about 2 minutes. Michael can picture the surprised face of Max in his mind.
" That's great John, or what ever your name is, how. !" Max says after a while.
" No matter! I'm on my way to you. I need to know everything! Maybe I can help you!" and before Michael can answer he hang up.
" This isn't necessary, I already got help!"
Michael says, thinking about Julie, to the peep, peep sounds the phone makes.
* * *
Max is sitting in his office.
The " I find out who I am!" Michael says to him still sounds in his ears.
"Should he makes the requested call?" hammers in his mind.
He likes Michael very much. Yes Michael! Max knows for 5 years now.
One day this somehow strange guy came in, asking a lot of questions about the work of John. Max liked the mystery around John, mostly his story not knowing who he is and all the stuff he added to the story pays very well. But this guy seems to know more. Max could see it in his face. He knew when his story was only a fairytale.
The guy was leaving that day without order anything, just for coming back 2 days later putting a bag on the table. He told Max to open it and Max could see it was full of money.
" Those are 500,000 $, it's yours for a simple favour!" the man said.
Max should have know better, but the business runs slow at this time and …
Yeah and … He made the deal.
The man gave him a phone-number, telling him.
" Your mysterious friend is Michael Scofield, legendary dead breakout king. You can read the whole story online if you want. It's better for him not to remember about his past, but if he does I need to know. We found him with an image search and his enemies can find him at this way too. So all you need to do for this money is let him disappear and call me if he remembers. 500,000 $ more are waiting for you then. "
Without any other word the man was out of his office.
He had no idea how he should manage to let Michael disappear, until the day he found that cabin in the woods. Michael was so grateful when he offered him to live there and Max hoped so much that Michael will never remember.
Slowly he turns the card with the number in his hands.
The phone is right in front of him. It looks like a 500,000 $ offer right in front of him now. His hand reaches for the phone. 500,000$ beats like a drum in his mind, 500,000$, 500,000$ ….
He starts to dial 0193475 … three more numbers are missing when he put the phone back.
" No, this feels wrong!" he says loud. Friendship can't be bought with money, is in his mind.
" I need to talk with him. " Quickly he prints out the photo the security camera made from that strange man and leaving the office in direction to Michael.
* * *
Michael has no choice. Max will be here in around 3 hours and Julie, he has no idea what tomorrow evening means. A short look at the clock tells him it's almost 10 am.
The silence will be over, when this guy arrives! This is for sure. But maybe he can send him back home before Julie arrives. He doesn't know why this seems so important to him.
Michael looks around in the room.
The model he build for the glasshouse stands on the small table in his working corner. Michael takes it to the big table and look at it. Two days ago this was the most important thing for him.
Slowly he strokes with his fingertips over the clear structures.
He build the model with glass too. Sunlight mirrors in it and let the whole thing somehow shining like a big diamont. Maybe this will be enough to send Max back home. Thinking about the money he will earn when the client is satisfied will make Max think about nothing else.
Michael starts searching for the blueprints and easily fined them into the corner of his working space. He carries them to the table and put them beside of the model.
"Ready. This should be enough to distract Max!" he is just thinking while moving the model a bit in direction to the sunlight, to makes it more glisten, when his gaze fall on the wall.
He knows immediately that he needs to hide this before Max arrives . A bit like crazy he run around the house looking for all those draws and blueprints he ever made to pin them over the research stuff he found.
There are a lot of those stored here. While pin them on Michael remembers on a lot of details from every project and it take a while before he finish with this. Of course every article and every photo that disappear behind those blueprints is a bit like losing it again. Deep in his soul it hurts him to hide his past again.
The last blueprint, which he pin on the wall covers one of his draws a bit .
He doesn't know why but this draws are somehow important to him. A few months ago he was sitting outside and started to draw the first one, more randomly while thinking about the first draft of a project. All the draws show a devil fighting with an angel, the picture from the tattoo Michael had on his body in Foxriver.
The figures are always faceless and the devil won, except for the last one he recognizes now. There, the angel is the winner and he has Michaels face. The face of the devil looks familiar too, but he can't remember.
Speechless he staring at the draw and it took a while before he can focus on his hiding project .
" What is this all about?" the thoughts circle in his mind.
He can't concentrate on anything . So when his sight fall on the lake he remembers his plan for swimming , Max's call stopped him to do before.
Looking at the clock again tells him it will take at least 1 hour before Max can be here.
He steps out of the veranda again , The sun is on her highest point and it feels like a warm summer day. The lake looks so invitingly. Michael decides to enjoy the freedom for a last time and knowing this will helps him to calm down and bring his thoughts in line he doesn't takes the time to go for getting a towel. He undress himself on the veranda and run the 20 meters to the lake.
The cold water run a shiver through his body, but soon he doesn't feel cold anymore. He feels free and strong . Ready for all tasks , ready to pull down all obstacles on his way to himself.
Swimming and diving he doesn't hear the car coming. I
After maybe half an hour he steps out of the lake. Turn around and looking to the mountains across the lake lifting his arms and cross his fingers behind his head, he looks like a Greek statue. He wants to let the sun dry the water droplets that running down his body like little pearls. He shakes his head lightly to get water off his hairs. A rain of glistening drops is sparkle around his head while doing so.
Michael simply looks beautiful.
A pair of eyes watching this scene without being able to speak on this very early afternoon….