"It was you" Michael said, I looked from Michael to the man confused.

"Go easy, son" He said.

"Stay away from me!" Michael backed away as the man advanced.

"What the hell's going on?" Lincoln shouted.

"I know him" Michael replied.

"What do you mean you know him? That's impossible!"

"I know him! I know this man"

"Michael" The man said.

"Maybe that's far enough" Sucre said, as the man kept coming forward.

"This doesn't concern you" He replied.

"What the hell's going on, Dad?" Lincoln asked.

"After Mom died... You were in Juvie. They put me with this...this foster father down on Pershing Avenue. He punished me. Locked me up" Michael explained almost crying.

"If you leave someone alone in the dark for that long, their eyes start to adjust. You start to see things, no matter how small. Because if they exist, they can help you. Help you do the only thing you wanna do...when you're alone in the dark. Get out" I took Michael's hand and his dad looked at us confused, no doubt I still looked like a boy.

The man I now knew to be Aldo Burrows, tried to get closer to Michael, but Sucre wouldn't let him.

"Michael!" He shouted.

"Michael!" Lincoln shouted.

"Michael, please, wait"

"He did this to you?"

"Lincoln!"

"He did this to you? Did he do this to you?" Michael looked at his father almost in tears.

"Michael"

"How could you do that to another human being?" Michael asked Aldo, I looked at Sucre who was as confused as I was.

"Michael...it's gonna be all right" Aldo said.

"Six months. Six months I was in that place. Where were you? How long did you know?" Michael asked.

"I found you as soon as I could. The state kept moving you around" Aldo replied.

"Then you went away again, right?"

"You don't think it killed me, to leave you like that? To leave in the first place? Since the beginning, I was the problem. Since day one. Your lives are what they are because of me"

"Yes, Linc told me about The Company. Apparently, you were some kind of analyst. That's the job you chose over your family"

"I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was protecting you"

"From what, Dad? From who?" Michael tightened his grip on my hand.

"The Company had enemies. I was important to The Company. I became a target. Easiest way to get to me would be to get to you. I left as soon as I realised how corrupt it all was. How they were buying the government"

"You could have come back at any time!" Michael shouted, making me jump.

"No, I couldn't! Michael, turning on The Company put me and you at even greater risk. I had to stay away"

"We were your sons"

"And you still are, Michael. We can fix this. I came back so that we could fix this"

"This can never be fixed"

"There's a tape. It gives us everything we need. Linc will be set free if we find it"

"You're not gonna believe who he thinks has it" Lincoln said.

"Who?" Michael asked.

"Riley" Everyone looked at me.

"Huh?" I asked.

"You think Riley has this tape?" Michael asked.

"The government does" Aldo replied.

"I've been with Michael the whole time. I have absolutely no idea what your talking about" I said.

"Well, did your father ever give you anything. Anything you might think-" Aldo was interrupted by rocks falling down the hill.

"Shh, shh, shh..." Michael said.

"What?" Sucre asked, I stared over the rocks, when suddenly Mahone appeared raising his gun.

"Run. Run!" Lincoln shouted, as Mahone open fired on us.

"Where's this car you keep talking about?" Lincoln asked Sucre.

"It's over the ridge" Aldo took Sucre's gun.

"Gimme that. You guys head for the car. Go!" We took off running hearing gunshots behind us but not stopping.

"Come on, come on!" We made it to the car and jumped in.

"Come on, go, go, go! Pick up Dad!" Sucre reversed the car to where Aldo was still shooting at Mahone.

"Dad! Get in!" Aldo turned and ran towards the car, I opened the door so it would be easier for him to get in.

"Come on, Dad!" He made it to the car, and Sucre stepped on the gas.

"Woo-hoo-hoo! We made it! Son of a bitch, we made it!" Sucre cheered, we all had smiles on our faces, until I realised that Aldo had slumped forwards.

"Michael" I said, gently pulling Aldo back to sit on the seat properly.

"Sucre, get us to a hospital" Michael said.

"Out here? Where am I gonna find...?" Sucre was interrupted.

"Just get us to a hospital, please!" He turned to his dad "Don't worry, you're gonna make it"

"It's bile. He got me clean through" Aldo said.

"You're gonna be okay. Just...hold on" Michael said, looking helpless.

"Listen to me. Both of you. Sorry. I wish I'd never left" He coughed.

"Don't talk. Just breathe. Okay?" Michael said.

"Right there, hospital!" I said frantically, trying to stop Aldo's stomach from bleeding.

"I see it, I see it" Sucre said, turning the car.

"Just get us there" Michael said.

"No, you'll be caught" Aldo protested.

"Then we'll be caught. I'm not gonna let you die" Michael said.

"Then listen to me. Find out what Riley's father had. You can end this"

"I'm not gonna let you die" Michael said firmly.

"I love you. You know that, don't you?" Aldo's head fell on Michael's chest, as he stroked his hair, tears falling down his face. I felt my eyes welling up and had to look away out of respect for his grieving.

Michael and Lincoln made a makeshift grave and sat beside it silently. Sucre and I were sitting on the car a few yards away giving them their privacy.

After 10 minutes, Sucre went over. Bringing the guys back as I got into the back seat. Michael soon joined me and I sat with him silently giving him a hug. He clung to me like I was his lifeline, and we stayed like that until we got to the airstrip.

The plane was landing as we went to meet it. Sucre rushed over excitedly and climbed on.

"Come on, guys!" We didn't move. "Guys, come on. Come on, guy" We still didn't move "What?"

"We're staying" Michael said. Sucre jumped down, the pilot said something in Spanish, Sucre replied and turned to Michael.

"Michael, this is what we've been waiting for"

"Maybe we'll see you down there somewhere" Michael said.

"I can't talk you out of this one, can I? Oh, I hope so" He hugged Micahel.

"Be good" He said.

"Thank you, Michael. Thank you for everything" He hugged me. "You take care of him, all right?"

"I will" I replied as he shook hands with Lincoln.

"Fly safe, papi" Michael said.

"Give them hell!" Sucre got on the plane and shut the door, the plane then started moving down the runway.

"Panama would've been good" I said.

"Are you two ready for this?" Michael asked.

"Been waiting years" Lincoln replied as I nodded.

"Good to hear it. Because today's the day we stop running"

"What now?" I asked.

"We go back to the car, drive to a border town, find a cell phone signal and call someone who might be able to help us" Michael replied.

We got in the car and were driving along, when the sound of jet filled the air.

"You hear that?" I asked.

"Yeah"

"Pull over" Michael said, Lincoln stopped the car and we got out to see a jet flying low overhead.

"They're going after Sucre. They're gonna take him down. How'd they find out?" Michael asked.

"I don't know. Michael" Lincoln said, as a car came into view. We quickly got into the car and sped away.

"I don't see him" I said, after a while of driving.

"Trust me, we haven't lost him yet" Michael said. "Linc, stop the car"

"What?" I asked.

"We gotta stop the car. That's a radio tower over there. It must be picking up some kind of analog signal. We gotta get closer. Turn around"

"What about your friend back there?" Lincoln asked.

"If we're gonna go down, might as well go down swinging" Lincoln turned the car around and handed me the cell phone. I rang one of my friends that believed my side of the story and listened to it ringing.

"All right. Come on, come on, come on, come on. We are in business. It's going through" I said.

"All right"

"Come on, Ashley, pick up. Pick up, pick up, pick up" Suddenly Mahone's car came from nowhere and hit ours. The phone went flying out of my hands as I crashed into the other side of the car. The car span around and screeched to a stop. I slowly made my way out of the car, seeing Michael and Lincoln doing the same. A few feet away I saw the phone still ringing. I made my way over to it, mindful of my head, which was still spinning.

Mahone stepped out of his car and pointed his gun at us.

"Hello?" I heard Ashley's voice say. "Hello?"

AN: Okay, Ashley has no real significance, just someone who believed Riley is still a good person and would help them out. She will make a short appearance.