Michael’s voice carries us through the bowels of the prison, into a pipe through which Westmoreland’...
2009-10-02
Riots, Drills and The Devil" Tensions run high as chaos continues to erupt behind the walls of...
The rides and attractions at Chicago’s Navy Pier glisten in the afternoon sun. An unassuming middle-...
Back in the tattoo parlor where Michael’s plan first took shape, Sid, the artist, finishes filling i...
Michael, five years younger, adjusts his tie in a streamlined office of an architecture firm overloo...
Another day begins in the grim confines of Fox River. Michael walks over to his cell’s sink, splashe...
Drops of blood bead along a newly inked line on Michael Scofield’s forearm. Sid, Michael’s tattoo ar...
Michael spreads glue over another piece of the Warden’s Taj Mahal model. His eyes focused on the tas...
Three years ago. Walking down the streets of Chicago, Michael finds Lincoln asleep in the doorway ...
The clock on the execution room wall reads 11:58 PM. Only minutes before Lincoln Burrows’ execution,...
Michael and the escape team are still trapped in the prison utility room. Above them, the newly inst...
The slow and labored thumping of a heartbeat pulses. Abruzzi strains to remain conscious as Sara pus...
Pope, the jagged blade aimed steadily at his throat, barks that Michael just added ten years to his ...
Bellick kneels on the floor and peers into the escape hole. He can hardly believe what he’s seeing. ...
Smoke. Wreckage. Battered and twisted, the Department of Corrections van lays on its side next to t...