If anyone were to tell me that Seth would be able to shoot a P2P like that, I would have laughed and called them nuts. But sitting in a van driven by a British teenager and Seth sitting right in front of me doing what he can about my wounds…I was wrong before.

"How did you know?" I asked my voice was hollow.

Seth shrugged. "Mahone was gloating on the tv on how he captured you, just something about him made me assume that he had bigger plans than what he was letting on."

I blinked a few times and then suddenly cried, "How did you get out?"

"Good behaviour and completion of the twelve step program…again as well as a few psychiatrist assessments thrown in there."

I stared at him as if he were nuts. Seth finished up bandaging what he can and then sat back. The van jolted and I grabbed onto the roughly shaped mattress for life.

"Where am I?"

"Arizona," Seth replied simply.

I looked out to see desert and small animals scampering past in the other direction or into holes.

"So how did you find out that I was here?"

"Hacked into the government system linked onto the message that Mahone had received from his bosses and then found the place once the message landed in his inbox. The computers aren't as well secured as you'd want them to be."

"You mean to tell me that you did this all undetected?"

Seth nodded and the boy driving whistled.

"I was the one who did the 'acking and Seth did most of the shootin'."

I nodded and then side glanced the boy.

"That's Brett," Seth said answering my silent question. "He was my cell mate in minimum security."

I didn't ask what crime he committed because I thought that it was quite obvious.

We continued to drive until we came to a town just minutes away from the Arizona border. Brett got out and ran into the nearest convenience store to grab some drinks and food.

"I didn't give anything away," Seth said breaking the silence. "I know that the police say that I did, but I didn't."

I nodded my understanding.

"They pulled the same shit on me too," I muttered.

"They did come and visit me, especially Mahone on numerous occasions but I told them that I didn't know where you were."

"Which was the truth," I added.

Seth nodded. We sat there quietly for a few moments until Brett came back with the stuff. Once Brett settled back in the front seat, the van rolled out again

I passed out only about thirty minutes later and when I woke, the world was dark. Brett was drinking an energy drink in the front and Seth was still asleep. I unbuckled myself and then tried to get up. My bones gave a sickening crack as I stood up as much as possible and I saw Brett looking at me from the review mirror. Seth however was still sleeping and I didn't want to wake him up so I headed towards the front and sat in the seat.

"How are ya doing?" Brett asked taking another sip of an energy drink.

"Crappy," I muttered, it was the truth. Every bone in my body screamed at me and the bruises would send sharp pains through my body no matter how lightly I moved.

Brett leaned over and turned on the radio.

"Answers are being demanded as to how and why the government facility out in Arizona has been broken into," the news reporter spoke. "Prisoner Jason Buchanan was being detained there when all of a sudden a shooter came in and killed all the guards in the building. Authorities aren't replying to what is going on and somehow the security tapes have disappeared but authorities suspect that the shooter took the tapes with them. But more importantly people are wondering where Jason Buchanan is – the twenty-six year old prisoner originally detained in Chicago and escaped with the others whom some are still at large. Buchanan was then sent to the hospital after capture but escaped yet again somehow with a major concussion, bruised ribs and a bruised lung. From Mahone's statement one week ago, they have recaptured Buchanan and was trying to figure out where the others were but now since the attack on the Arizona government facility, there have been no sign of Buchanan anywhere. Now the authorities are in the process of tracking down Buchanan and the others while people are just wondering what could have happened."

I leaned into the seat and coughed a few times.

"How is it?" Brett suddenly asked.

"Pardon?" I replied.

"Talking to him?"

"Who?"

"Scofield."

It took me a few moments to realize that he was talking about Michael.

"Oh," I started. "It is…not so different as to talking to another being – I suppose."

"But I mean…it has to be interesting talking to a genius."

I nod and admit to myself that it was interesting to hear Michael's plans and findings although it was also sometimes hard for any of us to understand him.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

Brett shrugged. "As far away from authorities as possible at the moment."

I snorted. "We'd have to go get out of the country in order to do that."

Brett gave a short laugh and I turned up the radio to see if I was able to catch any more news before my body crashed. I did.

" And reporting from Utah police station is Gregory Parks, Greg?" There was a five second pause and then the reporter came on. "Hello, I am here in Cedar City, Utah at the police station along with Agent Mahone who had located one of the prisoners David Apolskis."

I felt my heart drop and from the look of my face Brett was ready to speak but I quickly cut him off.

"Agent Mahone," Gregory Parks said. "May I ask how you were able to capture David Apolskis?"

Just then Mahone's voice came on the radio and my insides froze at the man's voice.

"We had set up road blocks all over Utah as soon as we had captured Jason Buchanan earlier. We had every car going in and out of numerous cities checked thoroughly knowing that Apolskis would be going through one of them. We found him hidden in the trunk of a blue Mazda car with a female accomplice whom we believe to be his sister Brooke Apolskis. Both, David and Brooke, have communicated during his time in prison through phone calls and the occasional visit."

"And what is going to happen to the female accomplice?"

"Brooke Apolskis is also a highly dangerous person whom we have had found criminal records of misconduct and violence. We currently have her in custody at the station."

"And what will happen to David Apolskis?"

"We have him held at the station too until we can find a permanent place for him."

I couldn't help but swallow me fear as I knew that the permanent place Mahone was talking about was in a box five feet underground.

"What is the current state of finding Jason Buchanan?"

There was a silence and I could picture Mahone's face. Tight, possibly a vein pulsating and the urge to strangle Gregory but instead a breath can be heard.

"We are currently looking for him and we urge the citizens of America to assist us in capturing the remaining escapees," Mahone said calmly although I could detect a little anger.

"Well thank you for sharing Agent Mahone back to you in the stud-."

I turned off the radio and hung my head. I ran my hands through my hair unsure of what to do, I felt like crying out in anger and rage but something inside me told me that wouldn't be the brightest thing to do.

"What do you want to do?" Brett ask.

I leaned back and placed my head on the seats head rest. I wanted to go back for Brooke after all she did for me, but that would mean going into a police station. Something I'd have to risk. I ran my hands through my hair but this time slowly pondering what to do. I felt a stubble on my jawline and then turned to Brett.

"Do you have a mirror?"

Brett opened the glove compartment and I dug through it until I found a small compactable mirror. I flipped it open and studied my face. My hair grew out, the stubble on my jawline was not too bad and for the bruises I'd have to figure out a way to cover that up…or would I? I looked at Brett and I knew that he noticed what I was going to ask as he looked behind to see Seth still sleeping. He turned off the next exit to Cedar City, Utah. But there was one more thing that needed to be dealt with.

"How do you do a British accent?"