We woke up to a knock at our door. Brett cautiously got out of bed while Seth motioned me to hide under the bed. I didn't complain and scurried then stuck my hand out to give Brett the thumbs up. I drew my hand back close to my body and then felt my heart beat quickly in my chest. I closed my eyes as the fear that I had bottled up every since the escape was ready to explode. Was if Mahone? No doubt that he'd love to greet me with a gun pointed at my face. Could it be the manager? They could be on orders to stall us while the Feds come to get us. I opened my eyes and heard voices talking.

"Where is he?" the voice asked.

"Underneath the bed," Brett answered.

I was shocked. What the fuck? Why would he sell me out like that? Why wasn't Seth doing anything? I moved a few inches away from my previous place as footsteps came over to the bed. I backed up as much as I could, my back was up against the mattress and my legs were crumpled against the wall. My chest drew in and out rapidly like a rabbit during hunting season and I felt chills rise up along my spine.

"It's okay."

"Ah!" My head connected with the metal springs at the top and immediately I placed my hand on my head. I gritted my teeth in pain as I stared angrily at Seth and Brooke.

"You alright?" she asked.

"What the hell was that for?" I asked coming out from my hiding place. Brooke stood and watched me crawl out and onto the bed. David was sitting in one of the chairs near the window and Brett sitting on the other bed.

"Coming down to tell you that Brooke and David were here."

"Jesus," I groaned, "I thought it was the police." I rubbed the back of my head and felt a small bump forming. "Dammit."

Seth examined it and then shrugged it off saying that it was nothing major, just a minor bruise. I gently touched it and a small shot of pain exploded in my head.

"So where are we going today?" David asked.

Brett shrugged. "We're not sure but we know that we can't stay here."

"Dangerous to stay in one place for too long," Seth added and we all nodded in agreement. I got up and grabbed my clothes that were draped over the back of the chair and entered the bathroom.

The light flickered occasionally as I placed my pants on and then straightened to look at myself in the mirror. I winced as the stitches tugged non too gently at my skin and then grabbed my shirt. I could hear the others speak outside the bathroom door and I could hear someone chuckle followed by a laugh. I found myself smiling too and then looked down to see a cell phone. I frowned. I picked it up, turned it on and a the home screen immediately flashed on.

The background was a picture of Brett and a dog which I assumed was his pet. Now I know it is bad to fiddle around with something that isn't yours, but I just had to see what this guy was up too. I opened his contacts and it was filled with names of people I don't know. As I scrolled down I came across a name that made my heart stop, I tried to inhale but couldn't. I leaned closer towards the phone to make sure that my eyes weren't playing any tricks on me. Chris Buchanan. The phone number was right and I felt my hand shake. I blinked bringing myself out of the daze and then pressed BACK. Then without thinking, I moved into MESSAGES and then pressed the centre button. I scrolled down until I found the latest text my brother had sent Brett and then pressed OK.

My whole body immediately seized up as I saw the message. I felt a lump in my throat and I literally started to have a hard time breathing. No matter how hard I gasped for air I couldn't get any. I blinked numerous times to make sure that I wasn't seeing things again but this was real. This was damn real.

Deceased: Chris Buchanan

Mahone

I wanted to press the BACK button, I wanted the message to go away. I felt like throwing the phone away, stomping on it until it was nothing but smithereens. But I couldn't. My finger hovered over the BACK button but I couldn't press it for some reason. My body was working against my will. I wanted it all to go away, my conscious wanted me to see the truth. This is what happens when people get involved! My brained screamed at me. Fuck you! I mentally replied. Tears threatened to stream down my face I took in a deep breath and finally pressed BACK closing down the haunting message but it didn't close down the memory. I blinked hard and wanted to call Tamara to tell her what I had discovered. To tell her that Chris was gone. As I was ready to type in her number something in my mind clicked and I stopped suddenly. I then realized something, something horrible. If Mahone actually sent that message than he would know this number, Brett's number.

Knock, knock, knock. "Jason?"

I jumped and quickly stuffed the phone in my pocket as Brett came in. He had the keys in his hand and then looked around the bathroom for a few seconds before facing me. There was no way he would be in contact with Mahone, Brett was the one who drove us to the station to set Brooke and David free. Brett helped with my escape from the Arizona government facility, there was no way that he could be contacting Mahone...was there?

"Are you alrigh' mate?" Brett asked.

I swallowed. "I'm fine."

"We're leaving now."

I nodded and thanked him then was ready to close the door when Brett stopped it.

" 'ave you seen my phone anywhere?"

I tried to look normal as I answered him. "No."

Brett nodded slowly then shrugged and left. Once the door was closed and locked I slowly slide down to the ground and buried my head in my arms thinking of what to do.

I eventually came out after Brooke threatened to break the door down and drag me by my feet. We got into the back of the van and then drove with traffic until we were able to find a safe place ot park and pick something up to eat. Brett was ready to turn into an empty lot when sirens wailed in the distance and we all froze.

"Fuck," Brett cursed, "it's the police."

I looked at Brett but all I could see was fear and anger all over his face. I shook my head again – there is no fucking way this kid could be working with Mahone.

"Are you alright?" Brooke asked.

I turned to her and then nodded. "Fine."

"There is a underground parking lot," Seth said pointing to the entrance. Brett nodded as he spotted it and then turned in to the lot and then parked. We waited patiently as a police car flew by us and then we all sighed in relief. Then there was a sudden string of curses, the voice was very familiar. I looked at David to make sure that I wasn't hearing things he looked back with a look that seemed to ask do you really want to go to him? I looked back yes. Brooke and Brett didn't seem to get what both of us were staring at each other for but Seth seemed to take the hint as he too recognized the voice. I raised my shaking hand and then grasped the door handle. I pushed it open and then slowly got out of the van and then straightened. I looked around the dark parking lot hoping that he would give another sign – say another word that he was here; that he was alive. There was then a cry of anguish that tugged at my heart and I felt saddened.

"Teddy," I whispered. I started to walk in the direction of where the cries were coming from and then I stopped.

Hidden in a corner was a huddled form, the figure was covered in dirt and blood and it had their hood over it's head. Wisps of bleached hair stuck out and the form gave occasional movements. I slowly walked up to Teddy and he turned suddenly at the sound of my sneakers crackling against the grains of dirt. His face turned from hurt to surprise and shock. I knelt down and then slowly moved over making sure that this was what he wanted. That he wanted me to come closer. I soon found myself right up close to him and then I looked down to see a horrible sight.

Where his hand once was there was nothing. Teeth marks all around his wounded wrist and I could tell that they were self –inflicted. I allowed him to lean up against me and then I realized how small he actually was. I blinked hard keeping the tears from falling realizing that this is what I was like when I first arrived and how I would have been only thirty minutes later if Teddy hadn't protected me. I swallowed and then wrapped my arms around him allowing him to lean in on my wounded chest but I didn't mind, his wounds were fresher than mine. I thought back to all the times I was timid, scared and worried and I looked down at Teddy realizing something. I was returning the favour.