Back at the condo, Linc is getting mushy with Sofia on the phone (Awww!) and Michael is quietly enduring the hideous pain the tumor causes as it expands with lightning speed inside his skull. Apparently none of his compadres -- all of whom were aware of his prior brain bomb and its attendant surgery -- have noticed Michael grimacing and clutching his skull. But they're all ears when they learn that Sofia's making arrangements: once Michael breaks Dr. Sara out, they'll get on a boat (swim trunks and flippy-floppies optional) and then hie themselves hither to Central America. Michael's mobile rings and his lawyer, "Blue" (actual name on the screen), calls with good news: Michael will be allowed limited and supervised visitation with his wife. Michael sprints out the door to go visit his wife. Sucre calls out, "Try not to say anything that can be construed as incriminating!" and it's a measure of how much Michael likes him that he doesn't call back, "Don't worry! I learned how to avoid the pitfalls of obsessive romantic attachment from watching you for four seasons!"
Instead, he merely tells Sucre that if Dr. Sara understood his letter, she'd find a way to let him know. Sucre calls out to the departing Michael, "How? She gonna blink Morse code?" Good one, Sucre! I am glad the writers kept him around for comic relief.
We cut to Michael pacing in the visiting room. He's obviously been waiting a while; the lady warden is watching him from behind the two-way mirror. When we hear a lady announce that "visiting hours will be over in five minutes," it's made even more apparent that everyone working at Foxy River is a total bitch and absolutely devoted to making as many lives miserable as possible. Anyway, a few guards finally escort the handcuffed Dr. Sara into the visiting room, the music swells -- and Michael gets a good look at his wife's bruised face. He gasps, "Oh, my God!" a few times, then asks who did this. Dr. Sara immediately changes the subject, and Michael returns to familiar ground: feeling guilty. This time, he's guilty because "you're in here because of me." Well, technically, she is in prison because she has allegedly killed someone, and we did see her do it. She's just having a harrowing stay on account of the mayhem that she and Michael generated prior to the killing. Anyway, Michael moves to take her hands with "I miss you so much" and the short-haired guard immediately belts out, "No touching!" The newlyweds catch each other up: the good news is, Dr. Sara got Michael's letter; the bad news is, her prison protection's gone. The good news is, Michael's going to break her out. The bad news is, he's not going to be able to do so immediately because he hasn't yet mastered the black art of teleportation. Michael vows, "You were there for me. I will be there for you." Before we can all squeal in delight at this satisfying callback to earlier seasons, the lady warden decides that five minutes have elapsed, and that Dr. Sara has to go. We cut to Michael giving the warden a total Blue Steel.