I was literally jolted awake when the car went through a pothole. It brought back sudden memories of the night when we were all escaping from Fox River and had to take the detour when the roads were blocked. I gingerly touched the back of my head and breathed in deeply.

"You okay?"

The voice startled me and I pushed myself against the window when I realized it was only Brooke I slowly relaxed.

"Sorry 'bout that," she muttered, I knew that she was talking about the pothole.

"Yeah…don't worry about it."

There was a shared moment of awkward silence and I cleared my throat.

"So…where are we?"

"Sioux City, Iowa."

"Iowa?"

Brooke nodded. "Just a quick stop for gas."

She continued to drive until Brooke spotted a gas station then turned in. I looked out the window to see some tall clean brick buildings and some historical monuments. Though I only started to panic when I saw the police station only a few blocks away.

"Don't worry," Brooke reassured.

"Worry?" I asked then added sarcastically. "Oh no I'm not going to worry since I'm only a fugitive who escaped from a maximum prison that was suppose to be in-escapable."

Brooke shook her head. "You are so much like my brother."

I wanted to reply but couldn't find any words. She pulled up to a station and then got out of the car.

"Stay," she demanded as if she were talking to a dog instead of a person. In reply I only turned on the radio which Brooke didn't seem to mind.

"In other news Seth Hoffner -," I immediately perked up at the kid's name – "is currently being interviewed by authorities as he had shared cells with Fox River escapee Jason Buchanan. So far police aren't releasing any details as to what Hoffner had said but will keep us updated on any movement as to where the Fox River Eight are going."

I sat back and started to worry, I tried to relay conversations I had with Seth desperately trying to remember if I had told him or given him hints about the escape plan. If any of the other escapees had heard the news when I was hospitalized, learned that I was supposedly giving information to authorities – was this how they felt? I tried hard not to think about it. I watched as Brooke went inside to pay for the gas. As I was in deep thought I didn't realize the police cruiser slowly coming up behind us. I immediately froze I was practically paralyzed with fear. I contemplated on whether or not to put my hood up but wouldn't that make me look suspicious? Would that make them want to come over, make me roll down the window and talk to me? They continued right past me and I slumped slightly further into my seat. Brooke came out of the store as soon as the police were going in. She acted normally as if nothing was wrong as if she was not hiding an escaped convict in her car. Brooke even went as far to holding the door open for the officer as they entered. The three exchanged a nod and then Brooke headed towards the car. Once inside she put the key into the ignition and drove off.

"You alright?" she asked once we were on the highway.

I managed a nod, Brooke then opened the glove compartment and fished out a small blue pill bottle and tossed it to me.

"You might want to take it," she advised.

"What is it?" I asked suspiciously

"Codeine."

I blinked. "What?"

"Codeine, a painkiller though not as tough as oxy."

I stared at the small white pill for a few moments before swallowing. I watched as cars drove by until I became slightly dozy then fell asleep.

When I woke we were still in the car, but stuck in traffic. Brooke let loose a nasty curse along with a pounding on the horn. The driver in front of us gave her the middle finger. I could tell by Brooke's glare she was ready to rip the driver to shreds but she remained still. Just then a siren wailed in the distance and I automatically flinched. Brooke perked up from her slouched position and we both stared at the familiar red and blue lights flashing towards us. I looked at Brooke who looked panicky; unsure of what to do. We watched hopelessly as the police jumped out of the car and immediately placed barricades on certain areas of the street. The barricade were pylons lined up except for two large spots for any vehicle to easily squeeze by. The message was simple: No one gets out unless they give the heads up.

"Stay calm," Brooke whispered although her voice faltered and was clearly unbelievable. Stay calm? In a situation like this she tells me to stay calm? I let out a heavy sigh and run my hands through my hair. The line inches forwards and Brooke is ordered to oblige as the cars behind her toot angrily.

"We have to bail," I immediately said.

Brooke looked at me. "What?"

"We have to get out of here."

"No shit, but there is no where to go."

I looked around and then realized that we were surrounded by forest.

"Are we still in Iowa?"

Brooke nodded. "Outskirsts , why?"

I looked over at the forest and Brooke followed my gaze.

"No."

"We have to."

"And get caught?"

"Well I'm a sitting duck right here and I'm not getting caught by those guys again."

Brooke knew that I was right, we had no choice we had to leave.

"What's your plan?"

"We just make a run for it."

Brooke raised an eyebrow and replied, "Those guys have .45 guns it would only take mere seconds for one of their damn bullets to hit us."

"We have to try we can use other cars to shield ourselves."

"That's dangerous what if someone else gets hurt?"

I tried to reply but nothing came out. I honestly didn't care if someone else got hurt I just wanted to get the hell out of here and as far away from those guys as possible. But I didn't tell Brooke that. Brooke was ready to say something when a loud audible voice cried: "There over here!"

We both turned to see a man calling out his window and pointing to our car. The extra mix of police and agents looked at us and then headed over.

"Now or never," I hissed quickly. "I'm going without you."

"Oh like hell you are."

Brooke and I both opened the car doors and dashed out. I turned to see Brooke crouching like I was and trying to run as quickly as possible. Gunshots rang out but none hit us instead ricocheted off tailgates.

"Hurry!" I cried over my shoulder to Brooke. She was now fully exposed and running gold medal speed towards me, I extended too and ran. Just then a shriek came from behind and a random man who had gotten out of his car tackled Brooke to the ground. She screamed for me to run but I ran over to her and kicked the man in the face. The man immediately released Brooke howling in pain and holding his mouth as blood dripped freely. I grabbed Brooke under the arm and we both ran towards the forest. More bullets flew but the missed every single time. I pushed Brooke into a thick bush and then dove in myself. I then took her hand and moved us away from the road while crouched and up a small mountain of rocks that gave us some height and distance from the agents and officers.

"We have to keep moving," Brooke said this time grabbing me and pulling me along. I followed and we jumped over fallen trees, pushed branches and twigs out of our way and ran through streams of water. Barks from angry dogs were faintly audible but we continued to run until we heard nothing but our laboured breaths. I leaned up against a tree and slide down until I was sitting on the forest floor. Brooke sat on a log and doubled over in pain. I immediately stood but Brooke shook her head and told me to rest. I lungs pounded against my bruised ribs and I found myself clutching my own chest in pain. My head throbbed and everything in my body ached. It was only then I realized that we had forgotten the bags in the backseat of the car. I gave a small anguished and literally fell to my side. Brooke came over and knelt beside me propping me up on her lap. Brooke then wrapped her arms around me, I could see tears form in her eyes and one even freely fell onto my neck. I shivered slightly. She looked at me kindly and then hugged me tighter as I laid there still thinking about what to do next but it hurt and I allowed my mind to go empty. Brooke then laid down beside me and we both slipped into a dreamless sleep.