Thousands of miles away in Costa Rica, Linc is busy with loading some surfboards on a truck. Normally those hurricane-warnings don't bother him, but this time it could become a serious one. His neighbour, an old man living on this beach for more than 50 years, told him this one will directly hit them. So he told Sofia to take Veronica , their 1 year old daughter and visit Maricruz and Sucre in Chicago. Fortunately she followed his recommendation and leave yesterday. He promised to follow as soon as he finished with bring their stuff on a safe place. The surfboards are the last things that needs to be loaded.
" He LJ ! I need some help here . " he calls for his son , who is sitting inside the house .
"LJ he , come out here !" Linc calls again . He is a bit angry now, because the boat , that he tries to lift on the truck is much too heavy for one person.
Annoyed he throws it down and step into the house. His mood doesn't become better, when he sees LJ sitting on the kitchen table and surfs in Internet. Since he made his decision to study for structural engineer , like his uncle Michael he seems to have nothing else in his mind.
When Linc steps in LJ look at him with the gaze of an innocent Baby .
" Sorry Dad. I just forget the time a bit, because this is so beautiful. I honestly need to find this " Mysteries Genius " , who ever it is .
He turns the Notebook into Linc's direction and on the desk is Michaels house of glass.
Two weeks earlier :
When Max recognizes the face of the devil is the one of the man ,who is interested in Michael he feels somehow bad , like a cheater ,
" I need to find out what's wrong here !" he is thinking .
His first thought was , just to tell Michael about the money and the stranger , who seems to be so interested in Michael, but he just couldn't . How should he justify 6 years of knowing about Michaels identity and not telling him.
Max feels cold sweat comes on his forehead .
" Mi… Ehm… John , I need to go . I'm so sorry , I forgot that the customer will be in my office in the evening. This was the reason why I called. Can we just put all of this in my car , maybe I'll make it in time when I leave now . "
Michael is surprised , but glad at the same time that he don't need to create a story for Max .
" Sure. It's not really finished , but I guess enough for a customer do got an imagination . Sorry that I messed this up a bit. It was just so confusing . I really thought I am this Michael "
Michael says just to test if Max is still interested in his " I find out who I am!" story .
Max face shows confusion.
" Oh sorry John , almost forgot. You find out who you are ! This is great news!"
and after looking at Michaels face , which is covered in a mask of desperation and doubts :
" You are not sure anymore right? "
The whole time one thought hammering in his mind :
"What if Michael is on the right way? What if he truly find out? What if…!"
Michael interrupted his thoughts with saying :
" I know now that I was wrong Max. You just hang up too fast , so I couldn't tell you that it was a mistake . "
Michael takes the article about the fire-fighter Michael X , which he has printed out earlier, from his desk and hands it over to Max.
" I thought this could be me. I mean the burns , he was missing , he has no family who would search for him.. . !"
Michael takes a little break just to check Max reaction and he can't avoid to think that Max looks somehow relieved , when looking at the article.
" I find out later, that they find his death body. So a death end trace like all the others. "
After a short conversation with a lots of " I'm sorry ! and "Next time I'm sure !"
and so on , Max was leaving a bit too fast for Michaels taste , but no matter .
Michael now can start with his research.
When they stand at Max car for saying "Good Bye" , Michael got an idea out from nowhere.
" Max wait a minute, one more thing ! "
Max looks curious at him.
" Sure! What is it John? I'll see what I can do."
Michael put the , I'm innocent and desperate look in his face.
" Max , I know it is childish a bit , but this Michael sounded so familiar to me . I somehow got the feeling , this could be my real name . It would be nice if you could take care that this name comes in my passport and drivers licence and so on. Honestly Max , I had it up with this John Doe identity . Can you find out for me if it's possible to chose a name and if yes make sure that I will be named Michael … ?"
Max needs to take a deep breath. The seed of a doubt growing in the back of his head , but he answers as cool as possible ,
" Off course. I'll try . Any wishes for a last name Michael!"
" What about S.. !" the Scofield almost slipped out of Michaels mouth .
He chough a bit to play it down.
" What about Michael Hope ?"
Max look him directly in his eyes , and no matter he is a man this eyes are so magnetic and mysteries at the same time. Somehow like he would look into the last corner of your soul.
Max can't hold the sight . Fast he turns around and stepping in his car, while saying :
" OK than , See you soon Michael Hope .."
The whole time during his drive , Max has bothered his head with thoughts about Michael and how close he could be to the truth.
"He picked a Michael from all those missing persons . Could this be a random or is there a rest of memory , or why else he wants to change his name ?"
Max needs to admit to himself that there is no way to find a conclusion at the moment .
Back in his office he decides to concentrate on work and let the detective he has hired, do his work first and find out , who the devil are.
So the glasshouse find the way on his website some days later …
" You are right LJ ! This is wonderful , but son we need to focus to get out of here."
Linc says still starring at the picture on the screen .
This really could be Michaels project.
The clear lines , everything somehow functional and a piece of art at the same time.
Looking at the model he feels somehow close to his brother.
LJ sighs a bit , but he follows his Dads order .
" Ok , lets do it!" he answers while shut down the notebook.
It doesn't takes too long and the last things are placed on the truck and in LJ's car.
The a bit growing intensity of the wind shows clearly that it is high time.
A bit sad Linc look at the house.
"Michael & Linc's Surfer-Paradise " says the sign above the door .
He somehow can't leave it behind easily. The thought that it could be blown away from the hurricane is too sad .
In his thoughts Michael is on his side whenever he look at it and he feels a bit like leaving Michael behind here . He steps closer and touches the sign .
"I'll be back brother , Soon I promise!" he says quietly .
Now he is ready to go. A last prayer that everything will still be here, after the storm is gone, is sent to the sky before he start the engine , following LJ , who is already on his way to the storage 50 km away from the coast.
Linc makes one last stop, when he comes near the graveyard , where this empty grave is placed in memorial of Michael.
He crouches in front of the tombstone . His eyes wandering across the writing on it .
Beloved husband, father , brother , friend …
" Oh Michael . Why ? I would have done anything. How could you leave us this way. "
he screams into the now strong, nearly stormy air..
Alone at this place, he let the tears streaming out of his eyes , which he normally would have hold back. Deep in his heart he feels that everything will change soon.
* * *
The house in the woods looks somehow messy again . Since Julie needed to leave 3 days ago , because she got a call from her mother in law ,that Joshua is sick and needs his mum, he doesn't takes the time to clean up.
Everywhere are stakes of files and newspapers. There isn't on millimetre room at the walls anymore . All is filled with stuff that he pinned on.
The whole Michael Scofield story looking down at him from the wall , in hundreds of pictures and articles .
When Max was gone Julie and he has started to work immediately . He was so exited seeing all the stuff Heichen has collected.
" There must something be in the will help him to remember !"
the thought was so strong in his mind .
But with every piece of the puzzle, they put together, that brings nothing back, he got a bit more desperate again . Without Julie , who always pushed him forward , he would have given up the whole research already .
She somehow becomes his protecting angel in this days, the good fairy that always is there if you need her , maybe because she knows exactly how he must feel.
Michael learned a lot about her family , her kids and her missing loved husband, about the hope that he isn't dead, when they finished daily work and talked before sleeping .
He enjoyed it to watch her sleeping in the light from the last flames in the small fireplace . Often he sat there in the armchair , which is his bed while she was here , because off missing a bed for guests . Just looking at her, in peaceful sleep, time by time saying the names of her kids, let him calm down and find a bit peace in his soul.
Michael looks around. He really need to do something , but somehow he can't motivate himself anymore ,since his first real memory was so bad.
The day when Julie needs to go he felt into a restless sleep . The house feels so empty and quiet . The thought of the sick boy let him worry a lot and he starts dreaming .
At first it was Joshua , looking at him with his always a bit sad eyes , than Julie holding the boys hand , worried as hell , and he has crossed his fingers that the little boy will get well soon.
But than the pictures has changed . He has heard his own mother telling him she will shoot at Lincoln . He heard the shoot . He sees Lincoln close to die and before awake wet from sweat, he has seen his mother pointing a gun on him.
He heard himself saying :
" I'm not your son anymore! And worse he has pulled the trigger , willing to kill his mother .
The" Misfire! You are born as a Scofield, but you will die as a Burrows !"
and the pain when her pullet hits him, finally let him awake .
He has removed his shirt and there it was the scare from the shoot on his left shoulder makes pretty clear this wasn't simply a nightmare.
The next morning he tried to find out as much about his mother as possible , but this woman was a ghost somehow.
Michael starts the coffeemaker and go to the Bathroom . He takes a shower and goes back into the living room . Coffee is through when he comes back.
So he fills a cup and sit down in front of his PC , to check the latest new.
All pages telling about a very heavy hurricane that hit's Costa Rica last evening.
Thoughtless Michael clicking the pictures forward, not really focused .
On FOX –News they show a lot of destroyed houses at the former surf paradise .
Among all this chaos one house looks like not touched by the storm .
This little miracle somehow catches Michaels attention.
He looks closer .
The sign above the door is clearly to read :
" Michael & Linc's …