Finally, the red light turned green and Michael pushed Sara through the door, shutting it behind him, hoping to contain some of the fire. It was right on them. Michael shoved Sara to the floor and covered her with his body, all the while shielding his head with his hands. Not a second after they were down, the window in the door burst out over their bodies and rained down on them.

When the glass stopped falling Michael chanced a look up behind him and noticed that the flames were retreating. Whoever sent the bomb knew what they were doing, adding enough chemicals for the blast and then a reagent to keep the whole place from burning. It was at that moment the fire alarms decided to go into action and a loud buzzing started throughout the area, and then the sprinklers came on dousing the two in water.

Michael looked back down to see Sara still laying face down shaking. Sara was relieved to have the weight of Michael on her to keep her safe from harm and from freaking out, which is what she wanted to do. Instead she had to get herself together. She was a professional and needed to act like one, not the scared little girl that was screaming to come out.

Michael brushed away some of the glass before rolling off of Sara to sit beside her. He then helped her to sit up. She looked far too shaky to stand and he cradled her head to his chest as they both looked at the door that was now windowless with burn marks around where the window had been. Sara seemed to be in shock as she fell limply into Michael's embrace.

"Sara, are you okay?" Michael questioned loudly to be heard over the fire alarm and the sprinklers, to which he received no reply.

"Please say something", he pleaded, so he could know she was all right, while at the same time running his fingers through her hair to remove any glass fragments that he wasn't able to shield her from. After a few seconds of agonizing silence he finally heard, "I should be dead".

What could Michael say to that? No, you shouldn't be? He couldn't deny it. They should both be dead. But she wasn't. He wasn't. He didn't think it would help to confirm it. He highly doubted Sara wanted to hear yes you should be dead. So he kept silent and continued to comb through her hair, waiting for the shock to leave her. He wondered when the cavalry would arrive. Had no one else heard or felt the blast? He was definitely expecting people by now and was surprised no one was coming. He also couldn't figure out how the C.O. and the nurse had the sense to leave the area. Did they know something would happen? Or was luck finally on his side?

Sara interrupted his thoughts by pulling slightly away saying, "Michael, you're bleeding".

Michael looked down to see a small patch of blood on his shirt. He looked closer and saw no hole in the fabric and looked back to Sara in confusion. She was sitting up and looking at him and that's when he noticed it.

"It's not me", he stated, using his sleeve to put pressure on the small gash to the left side of Sara's forehead. Sara winced as the material met her open flesh. She pulled his arm away to see the blood that was now on his sleeve and then put her palm to her head and back down looking at it to see it smeared with blood.

"How did that happen?" she asked to no one in particular.

"Must have happened when we went down", Michael stated, referring to their hasty duck and cover move.

"Are you okay?" he asked again, starting to sound redundant.

Again, she avoided the one question he really wanted an answer too.

"They know", she stated simply bringing her eyes to his.

"They know I'm involved", she explained further, looking at Michael with resigned acceptance. It was like she had accepted the fact that she was now in a race to survive. Every moment would now be an uncertainty. Is today the day they would try to kill her again? Is today the day they would succeed? And what disturbed Michael the most is that she seemed okay with it. She shouldn't have to seem okay with it. She should be outraged. She should blame Michael, hate him, yell at him, anything. But she didn't. She wasn't blaming him one bit.

He knew she was still in shock when she started rambling.

"You shouldn't have pulled me out of there. You should have left me there. They are going to try again, and now I know about it. In there, I didn't know it was going to happen. I would have been okay with that. Now I know and I'm scared. When they succeed will it be worse than this? Will it hurt more than getting blown up? Will it be just as quick?"

Michael had to stop her. She was talking nonsense. He put his hands on both sides of her face and tried to wipe away the water that continued to rain down on them.

"I'm not going to let them succeed", he assured her, looking into her eyes, seeing for the second time the fright, and uncertainty that she possessed, not at all the strong, stubborn doctor he dealt with every other day. The first time he saw that look was during the riot, when she was almost gang raped and killed. He vowed then he wouldn't let her get close. He had to keep a distance to keep her safe, but it didn't work and here they were again, sitting in a pool of water and glass and smoke and for the second time she had escaped death.

"You can't say that. You already told me yesterday that this is bigger than the both of us. If they want to succeed, they will", Sara stated simply.

Michael knew she was right, but before he could say anything the elevator dinged and the doors slowly slid open revealing first Warden Pope and beside him, Capt. Bellick and then behind him were firemen and finally some paramedics. The firemen exited first and found the switch to turn off the sprinklers, leaving Sara and Michael on the floor and wet. They were both soaked to the bone, their clothes clinging to their skin. Sara's shirt was almost see-through, revealing everything a shirt was supposed to hide.

Pope exited the elevator and took in the scene as he walked closer to Sara and Michael who were still on the floor.

"What the hell happened?" Bellick sneered, but only looking at Sara's see through shirt at the same time Pope asked if they were all right. Bellick kept staring at Sara's chest and it was really starting to annoy Michael. He finally turned to look to see what he was so interested in and saw her scar plain as day. It was then that the paramedics came over with some towels and Michael used one to put on Sara's back and wrap it over her shoulders covering her front. Sara clutched the towel to her, now realizing how cold and wet she was.

Sara kept her eyes locked onto Warden Pope, better him than Bellick. "A bomb", she stated simply and still appeared to be in shock. The firemen were already in the infirmary with fire extinguishers fighting back the remaining smoke and flames.

"Ouch", he heard Sara exclaim as the medics cleaned her wound. Finally with the blood gone, a bandage was placed on Sara's forehead.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" the paramedic asked Sara, holding up three fingers.

"How many am I holding up?" Sara asked returning the gesture with only her middle finger raised. Michael choked back a laugh as Pope intervened.

"She's fine. Thank you for coming", he said dismissing the medics, who were perturbed at the doctor's actions.

"Why don't we move somewhere else?" Pope suggested and watched as Michael stood and then held onto Sara's hands, guiding her to a stand. With any other inmate, that would have surprised Pope, but he knew Michael wasn't an ordinary prisoner. He didn't belong here any more than the kid who stole a pack of cigarettes. Seemed they were both in the wrong place at the wrong time and got the wrong judge. The other inmate had killed himself. Pope was not going to let that happen with Michael. Maybe that's why he tried to keep him out of the cellblock and away from the other inmates as much as possible.

"Bellick, I'm taking Michael and Sara to my office. You can finish this right?" and without waiting for an answer Warden Pope walked to the elevator and pushed the button.

"Cindy, can you hunt down a fresh pair of clothes for Scofield and the doctor?" Pope asked his secretary as they passed through to his private office, not waiting for an answer.

In record time, a knock was on Pope's door and the secretary had a full change of clothes for the pair. Michael had a whole new uniform down to the boxers and socks and shoes. For Dr. Tancredi, she had a pair of dark blue scrubs, with undergarments, socks, and tennis shoes.

"Thank you. That will be all" Pope dismissed the secretary. "Sara, why don't you change in here and get yourself warm. I'll take Mr. Scofield to the reception area to change".

Sara simply waited until they had exited and then she began to remove her clothes. Once she was stripped bare, she toweled herself dry and then put on the new clothes, adding her socks and shoes last. She was amazed that everything fit. It seemed like the prison had a set of clothes just for her.

She was trying to towel dry her hair when Michael and Pope came back into the room. Of all things going on right now, what she really wanted was a brush.

"I take it everything fit?" Pope asked on his way to his desk.

"Yeah, except I don't normally wear thongs", Sara was very blunt. For some reason she had been that way since the blast. Michael tried to contain himself at that mental image. He cleared his throat to interrupt the moment.

"Please sit", the warden motioned to both of them to the chairs in front of his desk as he sat behind it.

"How did you have clothes that would fit me?" Sara asked still confused as to why she had an extra set of clothes and still trying to dry her hair.

"It's in the procedure manual. In case there is ever a severe lockdown, we are required to keep a change of clothes for every staff member and inmate", Pope answered her.

"Now what happened?" Pope asked.

Sara began, "I received a package that said it had to be opened in front of Michael…I mean Mr. Scofield…".

"Sara you can use his first name I don't mind", Pope stated cutting her off.

"Okay. I received a package that said it had to be opened in front of Michael. His appointment is usually at 3, but I was so curious as to what was inside that I called him down early. I opened it and inside was a threatening letter. Michael grabbed the box to see who it was from when a watch fell out. I picked it up and noticed it was counting down. It was at 9 seconds when I looked at it. Michael pushed me out the door and we ran and then 'Boom'", Sara finished.

"It seems like it was the right thing to do to call him down early. Otherwise you wouldn't be here."

"I almost got him killed", Sara said a little more loudly than she had intended.

"Sara, if you hadn't called me down, you would be dead right now. That is a guilt I can't live with. I chose this. You didn't. Please don't feel guilty for calling me down early. I'm glad you did", Michael stated trying to relieve Sara's guilty feeling.

"Michael, do you have any idea why someone would send Sara a bomb and ask for you to be there when she opened it?"

"I do warden. But if I tell you, then you will be involved and then your life will be in danger", Michael answered.

"Son, my life is in danger every day I walk through these gates".