Faded green bills poked through the worn wooden box and everyone couldn't believe their eyes. We had finally found the money and now all we had to do was figure how to sneak it out of here without anyone noticing. Michael had Sucre go back and see if he could find anything large enough to hold five million dollars while he had the rest of us try and move it. It didn't work. As soon as we lifted it, the aged wood groaned and cracked spilling out some bills and we immediately lowered it. The level of energy in the whole room was great, it seemed as if everyone no one cared that Teddy had once again insulted someone or that I almost blacked out – again. Although I can't really blame them for their excitement, five million dollars enough to get more than three people out of a country, new ids and a new life.

Sucre came back and he had a matching large duffel bag similar to the one Teddy had stacked to the brim with old magazines. What he was going to do with them I had no idea, as long as it didn't involve burning down the house. Michael sent Sucre away again while we decided what to do with it. Everyone in the room wanted their fair share but the only problem was how to split five million amoung only four people.

"If I may suggest," Teddy said but was cut off by Michael.

"And just why should we give you any?" Lincoln asked.

Teddy raised an eyebrow. "Well in all fairness - ."

"You didn't do anything just sat there on your lazy ass the whole time."

If Teddy wanted to say something he was keeping quiet which was strange to me as Teddy usually never hesitated to speak. Then a phone went off and it was Lincoln who excused himself and he left. Michael was in deep thought while everyone else was staring at him waiting for him to do something. Only seconds later did Lincoln come back and he motioned Michael over. The brothers whispered back and forth and ended with Michael nodding. Michael then walked back over to the money and then took out a few bills. He handed it to Lincoln who at first was ready to protest but Michael wouldn't hear it and forcibly put the bills in his brother's hand.

"And where are you going?" C-note asked.

"LJ," Lincoln simply replied but that was enough for all of us. LJ was Lincoln's son who was charged with attempted murder of some guy. It happened a little while back when we were still all in Fox River. Lincoln said a last good-bye to Michael before departing. A few moments after Lincoln left Teddy spoke out.

"We made a deal," Teddy said angrily. I looked from Michael and knew that what Teddy was saying was true. "I take you to the place and you give me part of the cash."

"Wait you promised him money?" C-note asked.

Michael looked like he didn't want to talk about it and I couldn't really blame him. Michael looked ready to shut everyone up when a gun being prepared caught everyone's attention. I turned to see Sucre standing at the door with a .45 handgun held tightly in both hands, his face completely blank yet his eyes gave this wild look that no one liked.

"Hand it over," he demanded.

Teddy rose and grabbed a screwdriver off the shelf but Sucre fired a warning shot and Teddy dropped it at the Puerto Rican leveled the gun right at his chest. My breath clogged my throat and it felt like I couldn't get any air. If he fired…

"Hand it over!"

Michael who looked pale and shocked only stood there.

"Sucre," he whispered, "what are y-."

Sucre then did something I thought he'd never be able to do – he placed the gun against Michael's head.

"Hand over the five million," he demanded.

Michael looked at C-note who didn't know what to make of the situation – to be honest I didn't either. I was too weak to attack him and too weak to defend myself. Funny what millions can make a person do.

"Seriously?" C-note asked but handed the bag over to Sucre but not before giving him a dark look. Sucre shouldered the bag and then said, "Everyone, goes their own way and don't come after me."

With that Sucre dashed out the door leaving us all shocked.

When we all broke out of our daze, C-note wanted to go after Sucre but none of us knew where he was going. No doubt to his girlfriend, Marie Cruz, but no one knew where she was.

"We should do as he says," Michael finally said, his voice was weak but he still had a determined look in his face.

"What?" C-note asked.

"We should all just go our own way."

"Serious?" I asked, "you're actually going to do as he says? He's not going to come back you know."

"He could be hundreds of miles away!" C-note agreed.

I looked at Teddy who mouthed 'stay close'. I nodded and then looked back at Michael who was watching me – who cares if I travel with Teddy? What's it to him anyway?

After gathering some things together like medical aid, food and clothes all into a bag I was ready to set off again on my own wherever. I wasn't really sure on where I was going. All those who escaped had someone to go after, somewhere to go, someone to save while I was the loser who had practically no one on the outside except Chris and Tamara and I didn't know where either of them were. I wondered if the cops had caught on to them or if that they were just putting on an act for the whole public to see. I walked back to the torn up garage to see that everyone else had left except Teddy who shouldered the large duffel bag that I saw him stack magazines in earlier and I walked up to him.

"Where are you going?" I asked, I had to admit that I was a little scared on what he was going to say. He took out a small piece of paper with writing on it. Oh, I thought dully to myself. He was going to track down that woman. Susan Hollander, I had heard of her on occasions and she had even visited him when I had first entered the prison a long time ago. She had found out from the tv show America's Most Wanted that Teddy was a serial rapist killer and in conclusion Susan phoned the police to pick him up at her house. I didn't get what was so special about this woman especially after what she had done but I didn't question Teddy any further. It was only a few silent moments later when I summed up my courage to ask: "Can I come?"

Teddy looked down at me and then smiled.

"I need to do this on my own Maytag," he said, the way he said my prison name made me shudder. He then unzipped my bag and then stuffed something in there, I tried to crane my neck to see what it was but Teddy slapped my upside the head sending the message that he didn't want me to know until I was by myself. Once he finished his task he then looked at me and noticed that I wasn't too happy about leaving him again.

"Will I ever find you?" I asked.

Teddy stroked the side of my face and grinned. "Sure you will."

He leaned in and before I knew it we both were kissing. I could feel his hands travel along my back as he drew me in closer. I cupped the back of his neck and my arm automatically went possessively around his waist. I could feel his tongue explore the inside of my mouth and I let a little moan escape my lips. We made out for about a minute before Teddy drew back, secretly I didn't want him to but knowing that it was safe I drew back too so there was about three inches between us.

"Glad to see you still got it Maytag," Teddy chuckled and I could feel the tips of my ears go hot. Teddy readjusted the bag on his shoulder and said, "I'll see you around."

With that he left leaving me standing in the middle of the garage looking like an idiot.

I gathered myself and headed out of the garage knowing it wasn't safe to stay around for long. I headed down the hot road towards town. I didn't speak to anyone except to those who spoke to me and all it really was was a 'hi'. I sat on one of the benches outside a convenience store and then peaked into my bag to see what Teddy had dropped in there. What I saw stunned me as I stared at about a thousand dollars in cash. I was wondering where Teddy had gotten that kind of money but then it hit me. Teddy had the money not Sucre. I was breathless at what I saw and what I concluded. The magazines were nothing but a trick, Teddy had known that something was going to happen so he prepared and now Teddy was now driving around with about five million dollars. I couldn't contained my excitement and allowed a smile to spread across my face and a few low chuckles to escape. But my excitement didn't last long as cold metal was pressed against my temple. My insides froze and I tried to zip up the bag but the owner of the gun cocked it as a warning to not do anything. The owner of the weapon then moved the muzzled across the side of my head not caring as it tore some skin on the way. They then stopped in front of me and said: "Up."

I stood obediently and found myself face to face with Agent Mahone.