Realizing that he needs help from Desmond doesn't make the man any easier to find, and Haytham spends nearly a week chasing every lead he can think of. Which, admittedly, isn't much. Even for someone that's spent years searching for the traces of a lost civilization, this is an impossible quest. There is no historical record of anyone claiming to be able to travel in time. Anyone with that particular talent had kept impressively quiet about it.

He has all sorts of resources, left over from the years spent hunting for traces of the first civilization. There are a lot of strange stories in the old papers, the journals, the records he's gathered over the years. But none of them have so much as a mention of time travel. It seems that it was something beyond even their advanced technology.

But there's no way around it. Haytham needs to talk to Desmond, because he needs to see his father again. And it's hard, because he thought he was beyond this. It's been more than thirty years since Edward Kenway died. Haytham was ten years old at the time. He shouldn't still be bothered. He shouldn't.

And he's still not entirely sure why he is. There's a part of him that wants nothing as much as he wants to see his father again. The part of him that spent the first decade of his life idolizing the man. But there's another part that wants answers. He didn't know about the templars and assassins until after Edward died. He still knows hardly anything about what his father did when he was young. He wants to know what his father was doing captaining a ship. He wants to know how he became an assassin. He wants to know a lot of things.

He spends a lot of time thinking about all the things he wants, locked up in his rooms. And in the end, he decides that what he really wants is just five minutes with his father. He wants that more than he's ever wanted anything in his life. It's more important than anything he's done in his life so far. More important even than the cause he's given the whole of his life to.

And from the moment he makes that decision, something very important changes inside of Haytham Kenway. From that moment, his status as a grandmaster of the templars ceases to be the single most important thing about him. Instead, Haytham Kenway becomes a son- a son who doesn't actually understand his father.

And- although Haytham doesn't know it- if there's any kind of person Desmond can sync with, it's a son with father issues.

Which is unfortunate, actually, because when Haytham abruptly moves out of the eighteenth century, and into Desmond's head, it's at the worst possible moment. Haytham has about half a second to realize that it's different this time, because there's no walls between them. He can hear every thought in Desmond's mind, every memory. Then he has another half a second to recognize that he's on top of an impossibly tall building, so high he can't see all of the buildings below him, much less the ground.

Then Desmond realizes he's there. Haytham can feel surprise, and then Desmond takes half a step back-

And falls.