"Michael." he heard Lincoln call his name just before he had reached the gate back inside the prison. He turned around and walked back to his brother noticing the worried look in his brother's eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked him desperately. He saw the battle going on his brother's eyes. Whatever was bothering him so much was significant. He had never seen him like this ever.

"I–" Lincoln stopped talking and swallowed. "I wouldn't forgive myself if I kept this from you. It wouldn't be right." He said while looking down. Michael gripped the gate tightly and stared at his brother.

"Lincoln please tell me." He said fearfully.

"A while after I found where they were keeping LJ and Sara I got a call from Gretchen." He paused again. "She said that she left a warning down in the garage of the hotel I was staying at." Michael stopped breathing completely. Lincoln started tearing up, afraid for his brother and how it would affect him.

"She–" Lincoln looked away as tears rolled down Michael's face. "She's gone. I'm sorry Michael." he said quietly. He saw Michael fall to the ground. He looked broken and lost. She was the most important thing to him and now she was gone.

A voice called out over the speakers signaling that visitations were over. "Michael?" Lincoln called. But he was being dragged away. "Michael you have to stay on track. LJ is still alive." He called unsure if Michael had heard him.

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Michael returned to his cell with no expressions on his face. Alex and Whistler both tried speaking to him but he blew them off completely. He felt anger, pain, sadness all while being completely numb. His hand shook slightly while pulling the photograph of Sara from his pocket. He cried silently and remembered all the days in the infirmary with her.

"One day it'll be different." He told her while she smiled at him.

"I look forward to that day." She replied while giving him his shot.

He stared at his wall trying to slow his breathing. He felt like he was breaking down and it hurt every part of him. She was gone and there was nothing he could do about it.

"We can still save LJ." he heard his brother's voice in his head. He shook his head and numbly got up and sat next to the window. He pulled the piece of metal into his hand and went back to work to get the bar off.

"Ever been to Baja?" he asked her in an attempt to calm her down after what she had just been through. She looked up at him trying to slow her breathing down."Theres this great place down there." he continued. "Twenty bucks a night. Hammock on the back deck. Beers are fifty cents." He paused and she smiled at him. "Twenty five cents at happy hour."

"Michael if this is your attempt to try and calm me down you're doing a terrible job." She said with a small chuckle he smiled and laughed.

"But I am trying." he said. He looked back at her and studied her face.

Michael was pulled from his memory as he felt the blood dripping form his hand. He had been sawing the bar with a death grip on the small piece of metal and it cut his hand deeply. The pain in his hand felt so insignificant compared to the pain in his chest. He wished he could go back in time.

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The next hours leading up to the escape felt like a blur to him. He had managed to suppress his feelings and focus on saving his nephew even though he physically felt the pain of her death. He hook his head trying not to think about it but he wasn't doing a very good job.

Michael had finally broken the bar and now they all waited for 3:15 to hit. He watched the guard towers carefully as the others stood behind him anxiously.

"Almost there." he said while checking his clock again. Ten second remained. He held the rope ladder, ready to throw it out the window. The sun had just hit the guard tower and he watched as the officer looked away. "Lets go." he said urgently while throwing the rope out.

They climbed down the rope as fast as possible and made a run for the gate at the other end of the yard. Michael approached the gate and kicked the weak points that Sucre made. Within a few second they were on the other side running to the forest. He heard distant yelling and after another thirty seconds, the alarms were blaring from the prison.

"The car should be just a little bit further." Michael called to the others as they ran.

Sure enough, Lincoln was there waiting in the trees on an old dirt road. They all jumped in the car and Lincoln drove quickly away.

"We need to get off the road Linc." Michael said urgently. Lincoln nodded and took a small side path to the right leading them exactly where they needed to go.

About ten minuted later, they all arrived at the beach where Lincoln had stashed a cooler with the necessary supplies they needed. "Throw your shoes in here." he told them while handing each man a tank.

"We're going out there?" Whistler asked with concern.

"We don't have time to discuss it, lets go." Michael said angrily while making a run for the water. The rest followed after him and they dove under the water, hoping they wouldn't be caught.

Michael reached the surface of the water, thirty minutes later, and grabbed ahold of the buoy in front of him. Lincoln, Mahone, and Whistler all followed shortly after. Michael looked all around until he spotted a boat coming towards them a little ways into the distance.

"Theres our ride." He said while pointed. The rest looked and waited for the boat to reach them.

"You never seem to disappoint Michael." Sucre said with a smile once he reached the buoy. The rest smiled, unable to believe they were out and free, but Michael hung back with no expression on his face. It stayed that way until they reached the dock where they were meeting Gretchen.