Anna loved living in the forest. Despite all the bears and wolves, it felt more like home than Boston or New York ever did. She blamed Connor for it. She loved him so much but due to his excessive travelling for missions as an Assassin, she could go weeks and occasionally months without seeing him. It broke her heart that she hardly got to see him. It was a clean break-up though, no fighting or arguing, no hard feelings from either party or at least she thought. It had been 2 months since they left each other and Anna had found herself a new man with a fixed job. She still lived in the forest though; she couldn't bear to leave it. Maybe subconsciously it reminded her of him. The way he jumped around in the trees, free-running he called it, or when he went off hunting and came back with a load of meat that would last them a whole week or two. She often stopped to just stare up into the treetops whenever he plagued her mind.
Today was one of those days. She had dreamed about him last night, it was a nightmare to say the least. Connor was fighting a group of red coats and they killed him. Anna tried to run away but was stuck running down a never-ending road. She woke up in a cold sweat and crying from it.