We sat there staring at each other for a few moments. I had started to see some resemblance that Brooke had to David. She had his eyes and his facial structure. Although his hair was a dark brown Brooke's hair was a blinding blonde almost white that was spiked up in different directions. She fiddled with the end of her shirt then moved onto piece of dirt from the bottom of her shoe.

"Why did he call you?" I demanded.

"He had actually informed me back in Fox River during a visitation. David told me about everything including something about Utah."

I didn't reply as I too remembered Michael telling me that before I slipped unconscious.

"So do you know what's in Utah?" Brooke asked.

I shook my head and stood. I could feel Brooke's eyes on me.

"Where the hell are you going?"

"Where do you think?"

Brooke stood and placed her hands on her hips. "And how do you expect to get there?"

I didn't want to tell her that I wasn't sure because I knew that she would come at me with another smartass remark.

"I'll find a way," I said.

"Like what? Hitchhiking?"

I sighed, this girl was starting to get on my nerves and I wanted to just go.

"Why don't I drive you?"

I turned. "What?"

Brooke walked over. "Are you seriously considering going to Utah with a concussion and a bruised lung and ribs? You need help and not to mention that all of Homeland Security will now be looking for you."

"Well I'm not staying here were in a fucking hotel for Christ's sake!"

"I'll go and snag us some food from their continental breakfast. Then we'll head out."

"To where?"

"Utah of course," Brooke said as if it were obvious. "I have to get my brother before he has his ass stuck back in prison."

I just stared at her. She went back into the bathroom to freshen up while I sat down back on the bed. I leaned up against the headboard and pondered. Where would Teddy be right now? Would he be captured? If so where is he? What about Michael and the others? Would they really think that I bailed them out to the Feds? Brooke came out of the bathroom and then I remembered her telling me that she was going to get food and for me not to leave.

"Watch some tv or something," she added before leaving.

I picked up the remote from the nightstand and turned it on.

"In other news the Fox River Eight are still at large," the news reporter said. "Police have a few leads as to where the prisoners may have escaped, also police have released that it may be possible that more than one prisoner has been injured. A bloody handprint was found where the prisoners had driven off and a larger pool of blood was found in a barn although there was no body."

My heart raced, so Teddy could possibly be still alive. But where and how is he doing? Then I heard footsteps coming down the hallway and I panicked. I got off the bed and slide underneath it. The footsteps still continued past our room and then the sound of door being pushed open was slightly audible too. I let out a sigh of relief. I then moved out from under the bed and slowly moved towards the window. I cautiously pushed a small piece of the blind away so that I would be able to know who it was that had left.

"What the hell are you doing?"

The voice startled me and I jumped back and collided with the desk. I gritted my teeth in pain as I rubbed where the corner had jabbed me staring angrily at Brooke. She raised her hands in defense.

"Hey, not my problem you were staring out the window. Here's some food."

There was a few pieces of toast, hard boiled eggs and two bowls of cereal. We both split the food equally, had a glass of juice and a cup of coffee. It was the first time in three years since I have had coffee and at first it tasted like crap but then it started to get better.

"Like it?" Brooke asked.

I nodded as I dug into the cereal.

"You finish up eating and I'll get things loaded." Brooke got off the floor and headed into the bathroom. I quickly finished my bowl of cereal and then leaned up against the wall content. I couldn't help but wonder where the guys were. Sure Michael told me 'Utah' but what the fuck was I suppose to do when I got there? I could hear more rustling in the bathroom and Brooke finally came out. She had a white backpack herself and tossed me the dark one.

"How did you get the backpack into the room?"

Brooke smiled. "Oh that was easy, I originally worked at the hospital so I was in charge of the cleanliness of your room. So when I went in there to clean, I stuffed the pack in the radiator. It doesn't work so I wasn't worried."

"What's in it?"

"Painkillers, bandages, food, water and other things to help us out on the way."

I opened the bag and noticed she was right.

"Come on," Brooke said nudging me forward. "If you're done here then let's get going."

We cautiously made our way out the back door to her car. Once we were inside the vehicle Brooke handed me a few fake id's.

"You're alias is Trevor Parl, you work at a gas station and attending Monvary University."

"Will that work?" I asked.

Brooke shrugged. "Worked for the hotel."

I was ready to speak but Brooke sped out of the parking lot.