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[free_now]

The last time Michael Scofield had found himself standing on a beach, it had been under considerably better circumstances.

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[free_now]

Michale bit out a small, bitter laugh at the greeting. He hadn't heard anyone speak like that since Tweener was still with them. That seemed like forever ago now. From his reaction, one might have thought the guy had just come across his own headstone.

"Guess that's a good a sign as any that I should move this at some point," he said distractedly. People didn't travel down to the beach to be confronted by death.

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"Yeah, I do," Michael answered simply, suddenly wondering if there was anything beneath the headstone, but quickly shaking the thought from his mind as best he could. "It's mine. Apparently."

His name, his birth date and the day of Sara's escape, the quote, the flowers, the swan... There was absolutely no way to mistake it for belonging to anyone else but himself.

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Freaky probably wasn't the exact word Mike would have used himself, but it was the same basic idea. "As okay as can be expected, I guess." He was standing, breathing, even though he shouldn't have been. And, yeah, it was just easier for him to concentrate on the physical sense of being 'okay'. It was too soon to think about the mental aspect just yet.

"And no one knows why that is..." He understood that much if he stopped and let himself believe that all of this was actually real. It was just strange to consider the fact that the people who lived here, and have been doing so for long enough, just considered it the norm.

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That did leave room for a bit of hope. Maybe he'd eventually cross paths with someone who did know. If he really was stuck here for an undetermined amount of time, he'd make a point of keeping an ear to the ground; someone had to be able to make sense of all this.

"I am," Michael said with a small nod and accepting the offered hand. "And I want to say it's nice to meet you, but it would be a lot better under different circumstances." Circumstance that didn't involve him being dead.

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"It was my decision." Which didn't mean he didn't wish to hell that there was some way around it, but he knew he wasn't getting out of that building alive once he blew that generator.

"The idea that this place is alive in a sense and that it's spiteful? It's hardly a comfort." Besides, he'd take real answers over sympathy any day.

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Michael shrugged. "I didn't do anything anyone else in my position wouldn't have if they had to." At least he didn't think he did.

"What counts as being here long enough? I just got here today, but maybe I'm just behind the learning curve." It would have been great it he could catch on everything that the locals knew in only a matter of hours. But something told him that hearing about it and experiencing it firsthand would be two different things.

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"Yeah, that much I do know." The only giant cement building around these parts, apparently. And it couldn't have a less appealing name. It sounded like a prison. One that people were free to come and go from as they pleased, but still.

"How long have you been here?"

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