Lincoln went back to town and he saw Callie.
" Hey," Lincoln said," Are you going home now?"
" No," Callie answered," What's going on?"
" You really want to know?"
" Michael is breaking out soon, isn't he?"
Lincoln looked at her and didn't know what to say.
" What's your angle?"
" I beg your pardon?"
" Callie, Michael is breaking Whistler out tomorrow."
" Tomorrow?"
" Neither one of us want you to get hurt here."
" I'm already hurting."
Callie sat down on a bench.
" I know. So are we. This is wrong, but do you really want to help?"
Callie nodded her head.
" I also want to find Sara."
" Then you need to keep your eyes open and watch your back."
Callie nodded her head.
" Come on. I'll take you back to your hotel. Get in the car."
Callie got up and got in the car with Lincoln and went back to the Inn.
" What are you going to do?" Callie asked.
" I have to go meet someone. I'll talk to you later."
Callie went back up to her room and sat down. There were so many questions and very few answers.
" Sara, where are you?" Callie thought," Where would you go?"
Callie got back up and looked out the window. She didn't know what else to do.
" Maybe Lincoln is right. I need to go back home before I cause myself more trouble."
Callie went back out the door and went for a walk to clear her head, but then went back to the Inn.
" So far I'm not having any luck. I think I need to go home, but first I need to talk to Lincoln again."
Callie then discovered she didn't have any idea of how to contact Lincoln.
" I have to wait to see what he's going to do. Maybe he's looking for Sara too."
Callie then laid down and thought about the times she talked to Sara.
" Sara talked to me about Michael and how she feels. Now I can't find her."
Callie then shut her eyes and drifted off to sleep.