15th Century, Alleyway, London

Clementine lay on the ground of the dirty London street. She didn't want to get up. Just lay there forever. Her ribs hurt like hell. Her face was bruised. She had a gash running down the left side of her face. She didn't know the men that had done this to her, she just knew that all her pain didn't matter. They had set upon her. With their guns, and swords, and bayonets. She flicked her wrist, just to hear the sound of that trusty blade again. Her father's. It had been passed down through the ages from one of those great members of the assassin order. Directly related to her. She wasn't one of them though, oh no. She didn't want this, didn't want to be the hero, didn't want to fight Templars, and bring honor to her family, just wanted to be simple Clemintine. Yet, in trying to do that, she had submitted herself. She groaned and got up off the floor. The piece dug into her skin from her shirt pocket. That had been her father's. It was hers to keep safe, now. She took the small crystal out of the pocket, and held it in her bloodstained hand. She sat up, and waited for a while.

It was 20 minutes later, that Clemintine opened her hand to reveal the glint of the Piece Of Eden once more. She smiled. The piece had that power, to make it feel as if the very presence of such a powerful object was coursing power through her veins. She closed her eyes.
"Stop." She said out loud
She slowly got to her feet, careful so as not to hurt herself any more. She stowed the Piece in her pocket. The light around her seemed to be brightening. The light around her got brighter and brighter until...

2045, Assassin Den, Cairo.

Jasper gasped. Oskar looked over him.
"No, no, no, no, no! Jasper! You need to allow the Animus to access your memories."
He said it in his heavy Norwegian accent that Jasper could never take seriously. He sat up in the Animus 2.0, his back hurt from being in one position.
"How long was I in there for?" He asked. He knew from experience that he had the tendency to spend days in the animus.
"Four full hours." Said Oskar angrily. "And you ruined it all, by rejecting that memory." Sarah came over. "He did it again." Oskar told her.
"What?" She said.
"I keep telling him to stop rejecting it! But his mind wont let him!"
Jasper watched them. "I'm still here, you know." He said.
"I know full well you are still here!" Oskar said. He threw up his arms, and walked off.
Sarah made a move to follow him, but stopped, and turned back to Jasper.
"Sorry he's a bit grumpy, we used up a lot of power, keeping you in there, and... well... it-it is a bit disappointing when you are the only one directly related to Clementine." She knelt down next to him. "Are you feeling okay? I know the animus can mess with people, just like it did with Des-" She cut off. "That's It! Yes! Okay, Jasper, get rest, you'll need to be back in the animus soon."
"Okay." He called, but she had already left the room. He stood up, trying not to collapse. His legs felt like jelly, and he realized that he probably hadn't slept in ages. He walked out of the room.