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We sat in the living room, awkwardly silent. Then I got some coffee. Ezio didn't want any because he thought it was a 'treacherous potion' or 'evil poison' (since when did Italian assassins get so enthusiastic about describing different concoctions?) and Altair was still a bit dazed, not saying anything, so in the end it was just Desmond and me who sipped at the only mugs available – much to my embarrassment, they were old Star Wars mugs that I used to collect when I was in primary school. Desmond took his and his lips curled in amusement, but he could tell by the thoroughly annoyed expression on my face that now was not the time to comment on the mundane things.

I told the three assassins exactly what had happened from my point of view – which wasn't much difference from what they already knew. The only one who wasn't listening was Altair, because...

"Is he asleep?" I asked Desmond incredulously, right after I'd finished my explanation.

"Yep," he chuckled softly, "and serves him right, too. Attacking his descendants like that."

I scowled at Altair's face, shadowed by his hood. "How does an assassin keep his clothes so darn white all the time? I wish my school uniform was that clean."

"Back in Masyaf he probably has a huge wardrobe full of uniforms like that."

At Desmond's comment I had an image of Altair with Gok Wan glasses standing outside a changing room door in a Hollywood studio, saying in a really gay voice 'oh, no, darling, that dress simply does nothing for your figure!' I shuddered at the thought. God, that would scare the living hell out of me.

"Anyway, back to the point," Ezio ushered, obviously not liking being left out in a conversation that he didn't really understand, "Strega, how do you think we got here?"

"Ezio, my name is Lizzie, not strega. What does that even mean?" The assassin was about to answer when I shook my head frantically at him. "Actually, I'd rather not know. It's probably something insulting. And, well, the answer to your question... uhhhhh..." I did have my theories about the Xbox 360 malfunctioning, but how could I break it to Desmond and Ezio that they were ruddy video game characters? Ezio wouldn't even know what a video game was and Desmond... I'm pretty sure he'd be mighty miffed off.

But at least Desmond would know what an Xbox 360 was, right? Living in 2012 and all? Maybe they even had an Xbox 720 in the near future!

"... I don't know how any of you could've gotten here. I'll work something out... but for now, why don't you two tell me what you actually remember about getting here?"

"Me first, me first!" Ezio cried enthusiastically.

"Des," I addressed the future assassin as politely as possible, "would you like to go first?"

Ezio sighed, frowned and leant back in his arm chair, folding his arms huffily. Sucker. That's for calling me a WITCH. MWUAHAHAHAHHAHA. (I wouldn't be surprised if I was a witch, actually :D)

Desmond set his empty Star Wars mug down on the carpet by his feet. "All I remember was that I was... at the warehouse... with Lucy, Shaun and Rebecca... and I was getting into the Animus 2.0... And then I was lying on the floor in your hallway, looking up at a calendar on the wall that stated the year as 2010. And I realised that I was in deep shit." He grinned ruefully at his last sentence.

I mused that over for a moment. In the hallway? Why the hallway? My Xbox 360 was upstairs... "So Ezio, explain what happened to you."

The hyper active Italian assassin sat up straight, happy at the chance to blab about himself, even if it was just a little bit. "I was making my way to a... friend's house... named Cristina. I was walking across one of the great bridges when... suddenly, I'm standing in here." He gestured towards the living room's horribly bright green rug which matched nothing else except for the old curtains... that had been thrown out over a year ago. The fluffy thing stuck out like a sore thumb in this room.

Hmm... Ezio was transported to my living room?

HOLY CRAP, what if Altair got teleported or whatever into my bedroom? Eurgh. I'd left a lot of stuff out in my room this morning... I'd have to 'inquire' about that later, when he woke up.

Just as I was about to express my theory about how the Xbox 360 (of course, when I explained it, for effect I was going to title it as the 'Paradox Machine') the doorbell rand irritatingly and I panicked. What if it was Mum? I saw from my watch that it was 4:30pm, and Mum came home at about 5-ish. She could be home early! Ohhhhhhh crapppppppp. How was I going to explain how these... ah, beautiful young men... had gotten in? What they were doing here? Why one of them didn't understand English and only spoke Arabic?

"Hide!" I squeaked. Desmond immediately leapt out of and ducked behind his chair without question. Ezio looked dumbfounded for a moment, but Desmond dragged him behind his chair too. That left the sleeping Altair – whom I was scared to wake. He perhaps still thought of me as an enemy, and could even kill me without a second thought as to who I was. I grabbed the green rug and laid it out over him as a lame hiding place, leaving his legs sticking out. It was comical. If I wasn't panicking or hurrying, I would've taken a photo.

I couldn't make Altair's camouflage any better, so I nervously stumbled out into the hallway, to the front door. I grabbed the keys, twisted them in the lock and opened. "Mum -" I began, but it wasn't Mum. It wasn't Dad, back from the dead. It wasn't Jessica, or any of my friends from school.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Everblue. I believe you have three strange men in your living room?"

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

I didn't usually like to curse. I just said 'crap', or 'shoot' or 'darn'... the minor stuff. But this man... he was trouble. He was pure evil to the very marrow of the bone. He was corrupt. He was a ruddy Templar.

Dr Warren Vidic.

Kill me now :'(

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