We drove for a total of five hours non-stop until we were forced to as the dial was close to E on the gas meter. Seth found a gas station that was partially abandoned except for the employee who was taking sips from a coffee cup to stay awake. It was six in the morning and all of us were drained of energy. Seth force himself out of the van to pump gas into the tank while the rest of us sat in the van in silence.

Although the opportunity had shown itself numerous times, none of us slept. We were tired but none of us could get a mere second of sleep. We were all too shocked at what had happened. Surely Mahone would get the message from the police station and he would have to turn all the way back from Oregon. Silence was bliss in the van but I could feel Brooke's eyes on my back.

I inhaled and exhaled slowly thinking of what to do next. I had just broke Brooke and David free from a police station! My mind was on high speed yet my body protested against any movement whatsoever. I couldn't even move a millimetre without my body screaming at me. I could feel the bruises on my body pulse with pain and the cuts reopen under the bandages as I cautiously moved towards Brooke and David whom both were embraced in each others arms. Spending five hours in a dark van my eyes adjusted and from the light coming from the corner store, I saw a perfect silhouette of both.

"Brooke?" I whispered.

Her head turned in my direction and she didn't look any better than I had tiredness wise. There were bags under her eyes, her cheeks were slightly sunken and her eyes were three-quarters closed. I honestly wasn't sure if she was seeing my right at the moment or if I was nothing but a fuzzy picture talking to her. David looked about the same as Brooke except for the cut that had stopped bleeding but the line of blood ran all the way down his neck. I couldn't read David's expression real clearly in the dark but I could definitely tell from his body language that he was having mixed feelings.

"Are you two alright?" I asked, I figured the simple basic question was the right way to go first off.

Brooke nodded and so did David but either than that both remained silent. I wasn't sure on what to say after that, I mean how could I? I saved them from Mahone wrath yet we almost died back there I bet that all the cops in that station were inching to pull the trigger. I tried to think of something else to say but nothing came to me and I leaned back and closed my eyes.

The dream was completely messed up. At first I found myself back in Fox River on the ground, people were running around, tear gas burned my eyes and gagged me. I could feel something warm slither out of my mouth and across my hands, when I raised them I noticed blood and I looked down to see three stab wounds. Then the scene changed entirely and I was strapped back onto the operation table in the secret government facility in Arizona. I could feel my skin tear and rip underneath the numerous blades and tools that had been pressed against my skin. As I cried out in pain the scene changed again and this time I could myself out in a cottage. The cottage was a fair size, about the same size as a two- story house and all around the cottage were nothing but trees and snow. I looked up to see Tamara standing on the porch, her arms cradled her stomach and she looked like she was going to be sick. Her eyes were filled with sorrow and her posture was slightly hunched. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes and silently slide down her cheeks. I could hear her breathing and it was shallow.

"Tamara."

The voice startled Tamara and she turned quickly to see a young girl standing a few feet away from her. Her expression lightened at seeing the girl and she answered, "Yes Abigail?"

"Mom says it's time to come in and eat."

Tamara turned away from Abigail and then replied, "Tell her I'll be in, in a few minutes."

The girl ran back inside and slammed the door behind her. Tamara jumped slightly as the door slammed and fresh new tears streamed down her face. I wanted to know why she was so sad, I wanted to reach out and touch her but I couldn't move my body.

"He's dead," she suddenly whispered. "It's over."

Tamara wiped her eyes and then turned to walk back into the house. I wanted to yell at her that I was here, to tell her that I was alive and that I was coming for her. But was I really? Where is she…where am I? As Tamara closed the door behind her the world went black.

I woke to something warm hitting my face. I blinked a few times and then squinted and cried out as the sun beamed on my face. I bolted upward and immediately noticed that David wasn't there, nor was Seth or Brett. I looked across to see Brooke curled up in a bundle of blankets, a corner of the blanket wriggled every time she exhaled through her nose. I cautiously opened the door of the van and got out.

The scene was absolutely gorgeous. Mist drifted and snaked off the clear water curling in mid-air while doing so. A cool breeze rushed through the secluded place and trees hid this wonderful paradise. A family of ducks paddled across the water and flies buzzed around my head. Seth and Brett were ways over possibly discussing plans while David was sitting by himself near the water. I started over when an unexpected wave of pain caught me off guard causing me to fall to the stony ground I clutched my thigh. I remembered Mahone's miscalculated shot to that area and gritted my teeth in both anger and pain. I looked up to see David looming over me with his hand out. I gratefully took it and then we both walked back to his sitting place. I looked over to see Seth and Brett halfway over but I waved my hand at them telling them that I was okay.

"How are you doing?" David asked.

"Fine," I replied. "You?"

"Same."

We both sat in silence and watched as the family of ducks finally got to the other side and then disappeared. The breeze was nice against my skin and I looked down to see my wounds that Mahone's men inflicted were out in the open for David to see.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Leave it," I replied back my voice was dark.

There was then an awkward silence that hung between the two of us.

"Brooke already saw them," David informed. I looked at him hoping he wasn't serious but I could tell that he was. I didn't want to hear anymore but David kept on talking. "She wanted to know what happened, Seth didn't tell her for he wanted it to be you."

"I don't want to talk about it," I whispered in reply. I could remember the pain, the coolness of the blades, Mahone's voice screaming and the expressionless two torturers.

"Take your time," David said but I didn't hear him. Instead I was back inside my mind, it replayed memories of that particular moment and I tried to hold in the emotions. I tried to think of something else, Tamara but instead I found myself thinking back to the dream I had about her. I wanted desperately to reach out and find her, to run up to her and tell her that I was alive and that I was doing alright. I wasn't dead…yet. I shook that thought out of my head and was ready to get up when the doors to the van were thrown open. It shocked all David and I and I looked over to see Seth and Brett coming over.

Brooke didn't look too good. There were still bags under her eyes, she still looked exhausted and her hair was sticking up in all directions. She also stunk but we all did and I didn't seem to recognize the stench at all. I was ready to go up to Brooke when I realized that she was looking directly at me. I stopped immediately. In her eyes there was a tint of anger, sorrow and hurt and I knew what she was going to say next, I wanted to stop her before she could even utter a sound but I wasn't quick enough.

"What the fuck are those?" She pointed at the array of partially healed cuts that ran along the length of my arms. Honestly I was sick to see them but I knew that I couldn't hide them now.

"Drop it," I muttered.

Brooke's gaze didn't drop from my arms. "I want to know what happened."

I was starting to get a little irritated with Brooke now. I was ready to snap at her when David interrupted.

"Jeez sis," David started, "just leave him alone, he'll tell us when he's ready."

Brooke looked at David and a small staring contest went between them until Brooke turned back to me.

"You will tell us?" Brooke asked.

I didn't know how to answer that. Will I tell them? Seth had the right to know because he found me first, Brett would possibly be second although he saw me in the condition originally. David and Brooke...I'd need some time to think it over but eventually I would be willing to tell them – I think. I took in a breath and answered honestly.

"I don't know Brooke, maybe but don't push it."

I walked past Brooke and hopped back into the van. I closed the door behind me sending out a clear message that I wanted to be alone for a few moments.

Inside the van I sunk to the ground, I could hear Brooke and David's voices through the metal as well as Seth and Brett who tried to get a few words in. As I listened I went through a mental deja vu and closed my eyes allowing silent tears to fall.