[ when Sara was a little girl, she never imagined this would be her life. does anyone really ever see themselves on the run, with the two most wanted men in the country, and one man who turned against the corrupt government trying to kill both of the aforementioned convicts?

no, she's pretty sure little girls don't think about those kinds of things.

still she's... oddly happy. not about life on the run, of course, but being with Michael makes her unfathomably happy. for some reason, despite the lies, despite the betrayal, she's still found a way to trust him -- completely and totally. he's unlike anyone she's every met before, it attracts her to an undeniable degree. honestly, she's surprised she kept those three simple words to herself for that long.

well, it was more like eighteen. "the first thing they tell you in prison training is not to fall in love with any inmate."

kinda screwed that one up, didn't she? ]

All I've got are moments, nowadays. [ Sara glances don't to his basket, eyebrows raised up in feigned skepticism. ]

There better not be a burrito in there, or I'll have to find myself a new convict.