About an hour later, Desmond wound his way back to the warehouse. The entire way there, he had been musing about his meeting with Jacob. He was deeply annoyed that it hadn't lasted longer. Even Altair seemed annoyed with it, the pressing memory had all but disappeared, making it extremely easy for the famous Italian to barge back into the scene. Still, Desmond ignored him, his mind too full of an eternity of nostalgia.

Just as he was making his way back inside, Lucy appeared looking very much like a riled up pigeon. Apparently, she hadn't been too pleased with Desmond's disappearance. Whether or not he returned alive, according to her, he had made a very bad choice.

For the next three weeks, all Desmond heard about was how much of an idiot he had been and how he might have jeopardized their entire mission. Then, one morning, Lucy received an e-mail from a rather important man. The e-mail stated that, thanks to Desmond's early morning actions, the Brotherhood now had a descendent of Malik in their hands. And they were going to be using this descendent to help the search for the Apple of Eden.

Nine hundred years of waiting for a man he never thought he would see again and now, his name was everywhere. In the back of his mind, Altair breathed a deep sigh of relief. He was no longer without his hawk. His death-given eternity suddenly didn't seem all that bad.

Now if only Ezio would stop being such a nuisance, then things would be perfect.