-Inside Fox River State Penitentiary-

 Michael stand inside in his cell, folding an origami swan looking thoughtfully while Sucre trying to write letter for his girlfriend.

~Flashback~

 Michael visited Lincoln in prison after Irene had come and told him that there was something wrong with his case. She tried to convince him that Linc was innocent. She believed that her brother was innocent that it cause Michael and her to keep arguing about it. They also become distance and to try to mend the situation, he goes to visit Linc so that he can hear from the guy himself.

 Lincoln has to sat in a special booth during the visit as he was supposed high risk and Michael has to sat on the outside of the booth.

 "They denied the motion." Lincoln spoke.

 "Then do it again." Michael replied.

 "I can't. That's it. May 11, that the date man. That's the date they.. er.. you know, execute me." He answer in defeated.

 "I know." Michael state with tears threated to fall.

 "I didn't kill that man, Michael." Linc argued.

 "The evidence says you did."

 "I don't care what the evidence says, I didn't kill him."

 "Swear to me."

 Lincoln sigh seeing his brother broken state. "I swear to you Michael." He swore.

 "But how did they get it wrong then? The courts, the appeals-" Michael thought out loud.

 "Don't know. Don't know. All I keep thinking on looking back on it is that I was set up. And whoever it was that set me up wants me in the ground as quickly as possible." Lincoln cut his thought.

 Michael stay in silent with tears falling at his brother words.

 "How is she taking it?" Lincoln asked.

 The younger brother know who he pointed at. "Obviously not well. We argued. A lot. She convinced me that you innocent. That she believe that something was wrong about this whole the situation."

 "Where is she right now?"

 "I told her to go back and finish her study. Said that would be what you want. Which cause another argument but she did flew back to Rome. She said that she will tried to finish it earlier so that she can be here."

 Lincoln frown. "Can she?"

 Michael laugh. "Do you forget who we are talking about?"

 "Yeah, sorry. Forgot about that for seconds." The oldest laugh at the thought of his sister. His expression turn solemn. "Take care of her Michael. You all she left."

 "What's another word for 'love'?" Sucre ask snapping him out of his thought.

 "What's the context?"

 "Oh, you know, the I-love-you-so-much-I-ain't-never-knocking-over-liquor-store-again context."

 Michael laugh at the answer.

 "Except, you know, classy." Sucre add.

 The asked man thought. "Mm..."

 "I'm proposing to my girl you got know." He inform.

 Michael glance at him a bit surprise. "In a letter?"

 "You got a better way?" The man shoot back.

 "Face to face works pretty good." Michael suggest.

 Sucre turn around. "This place ain't exactly the romantic spot. I'm gonna have her get on the Staten Island ferry, then once she can see the Empire State Building, she opens the letter" He excitedly click his finger. "It's like almost being there. Except for the fact that I won't be there." He last statement make him lose his smile.

 Michael smile hearing his words and glance back out. He suggest. "Try 'passion'"

 The Puerto Rican excitedly stand up and steps towards his bunk, leaning his notepad on there so he can write on it. "Oh, oh, passion, passion, that's dope. Passion." He whisper the word trying to write on the letter. He stop in confuse. "How do you spell that? Is it P-A-S-H?"

 "Uh-uh." Michael shake his head.

 Sucre frown. "No H?"

-Meanwhile in front of Chiappetti Lamb and Veal butcher factory-

 Irene calmly walking in front of the butcher factory with her headphone on her head. She smoothly remove the file from her leather jacket. It contain photos of Fibonacci and clue of who the sender, the origami crane.

 The girl walk away as she glance around to make sure no one seeing her. She arrive at her bike as she park it few blocks away then her phone start vibrating. She glance at the number and recognize it as it from police station.

 "Hello?" She answer.

 "Is this guardian of Lincoln Burrows Jr.?" The officer ask.

 Irene frown then rub her eyes knowing that boy in trouble and want her to be the one who help him out rather than her mother. "Yes, I am."

 "He been arrested for possession of marijuana. We would like to be here for further discussion."

 "Wonderful, just wonderful." She state sarcastically. "Fine then I will be there." With that she end the call with a sigh.

 Irene look at the sky in defeat. "Honestly, I've both Scofield and Burrows name, but I didn't remember being this pain in the ass. They would be the death of me." She huff wearing her helmet and ride her bike to the police station.

~Time skip~

 "Two pounds of pot? What were you trying to do? Set a record?" Lisa Rex, Lincoln ex-wife frown.

 LJ smirk and glance at his aunt who silently eating tomato that Lisa use as ingredient for dinner. She just shrug raising her eyebrows not wanting to involve in the rant.

 "It's not funny, LJ, and Rene stop pampering him." Lisa point the cutting knife that she use to cut the vegetables at her. The pointed girl just smile sheepishly.

 Lisa then look back at LJ. "You could be going to jail. It's pretty obvious to me, you need some guidance." LJ smirk flatter at her words. Adrian, LJ's stepfather enter the kitchen and greet his wife.

 "Hey." He greet his wife and pick up a plate while thanking her than he smile at the girl. "Irene." He greet.

 The girl smile and greet back. "Adrian."

 "From who? Old Daddy Warbucks?" LJ mumble as Adrian walk out. Irene stiff her laugh but cover it with cough. LJ try to hide his smile at his aunt action.

 Lisa scowl. "Give him a chance, he's a good man."

 "We've got nothing in common." The boy argue.

 "Where's this coming from, LJ? Last semester, you were getting almost all A's and now... It's your father, isn't it?"

 "Teenage hormone would add up." Irene add making Lisa gave her pointed look.

 "I don't have a father." LJ frown.

 "Okay, that too much kid. I won't be here if he isn't your father."

 "It wasn't an immaculate conception, honey, trust me." Lisa sigh in defeat. She look at Irene who gave her nod of acknowledgment knowing what the women thinking. "Maybe it's time we went and saw him." She state as she tidying up the table.

 LJ look in realization. "Mom." He call but she ignore her. "Mom, don't."

 "I'm about as excited by the prospect as you are but something's got to give. You have got too much potential to be screwing up your life like this." With that Lisa walk out of the kitchen leaving the two.

 The boy look at his aunt with pleading eyes. "Aunt Rene, please don't."

 Irene walk around the boy giving him pat on the head. "Sorry kid, you ask for it." Then she walk out not before spun and look at her niece. "And LJ." She called.

 The boy look at her. "Don't be too rough with him, he been through a lot."

 "Don't hold your breath Aunt Rene." He state sarcastically smirking but flatter when he saw the look that she giving him. His aunt may be funny and quite a supportive to him, but when she mad, everyone cower at the look that she gave.

 "Kid, I've been holding it the moment your father receive his death penalty." She spun and walk out leaving the boy guiltily look at the table not noticing his mother who sadly watch her ex-daughter-in-law knowing the pain she been through.

-Inside Fox River State Penitentiary-

 Michael is sat on his bunk leaning against the wall. Until one of CO, Stolte walks up to his cell and taps on the metal bars with PI card.

 "Scofield. I don't know what you did but Abruzzi wanted me to give you this P.I card." Michael gets up and walks to the metal bars and takes the card. "Congratulations. You just joined the ranks of the employed." Stolte congratulate him sarcastically leaving Michael to examine the card.

 "Nice job, Ren." He mumble tapping the card onto his palm knowing his plan working in motion.