You are married to Michael Scofield. Yes. That "self-convict" you've known since high school. you were irritated and scolded him constantly for the stupid idea of a "fake" bank robbery, he wanted to be arrested at all costs and to be charged with anything so he could be sent to Fox River State Prison. you condemned this idea until the very end.

You thought you had managed to tolerate everything, but when you found out that Michael had been banned from visiting you were furious and called all the lawyers and the chief constable.

The warden agreed to only 10 minutes a month. conversation under the patrol of 3 guards and Scofield has to be handcuffed. you started arguing. you had negotiation in your blood. you managed to bargain for 5 guards but Michael won't be handcuffed, and an additional 5 minutes of conversation if it's an important conversation.

it's tuesday, the day of the promised visit, you're waiting in a room with 4 guards when 5 of them enter with a handcuffed Scofield. he takes off his handcuffs and Michael looks at you.

you stand up and walk over with your arms folded across your chest and he puts his hands on either side of your hips and kisses your forehead "how do you feel" he asks with stoic expression on his face.