It had been months since you'd last seen Lincoln Burrows and Michael Scofield. The radio silence wasn’t unexpected, but when Michael finally called, asking for your help, you didn’t hesitate. You had grown up together, and when they needed you, there was never a question about whether or not you’d be there.

The request was simple: bring them a car. So, you did.

The drive to the abandoned beach felt surreal, a strange mix of nostalgia and anxiety settling in your chest. The place was isolated, quiet, with the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. As you pulled up, you saw them waiting—Michael with his calm, focused expression, and Lincoln, arms crossed, a familiar grin tugging at his lips.

You parked and stepped out of the car, the weight of the moment settling over you. Michael’s smile was subtle, but there was a warmth in it that made you realize just how long it had been. Lincoln, always more expressive, walked up first, a hint of relief in his eyes despite the tension that surrounded them.

"Long time no see, huh?" Lincoln said, his deep voice filled with a rough sort of affection as he approached with Michael beside him.