Jacob's senses worked to wake him up, taking in the warmth on his clothes, the soft, pillowy feeling cradling his body and a hint of something burning. A hand grabbed his wrist and he jolted awake, having his invader against the window and his blade pressed to his throat. "What's going—"

He stopped talking when he looked out of the window, amazed by what he saw. Colored wagons rolled along the streets, without horses and hundreds of feet below them. Buildings were everywhere, sunlight reflecting off the glass, making his eyes hurt and he squinted, temporarily forgetting his captive. There weren't many trees around. His captive squeaked, drawing his attention back to him. "What the hell is going on?"

"I'm really sorry, Jacob. I didn't think it would work, not really." The man had spectacles on, dark hair hanging in his panicked face. Dark brown eyes filled with fear blinked at him. His small frame clearly said that he was no threat to Jacob, still he held him.

"You didn't think what would work?" Jacob snarled, grasping his collar tighter and pressing the tip of his blade into his throat a bit harder.

"Pulling you out of London in 1868 and bringing you here."

"Where is 'here', exactly?"

"New York." He gasped at the blade.

"New York?" Jacob clarified. His captive nodded, sweat starting to bead on his forehead. "What's the year?"

"2019."

Jacob shoved him against the window and growled, "You're lying."

"I can prove it! I swear!" This man reminded him of Ned. He pointed to a small black rectangle on a desk. "Hand that to me."

Incredulously, Jacob released his captive and retrieved the rectangle. The man's hands trembled as he accepted it, the front lighting up with small pictures. He swiped across the front of it with his thumb then held it up. A calendar was displayed, and he read the date. January 2, 2019. He wasn't lying. He observed his surroundings. The bed he had been lying on was against the wall, the sheets rumpled and a pillow had fallen on the floor. All sorts of things he couldn't identify were about the room, including what looked like a small platform that was the source of the burning smell. He moved closer to examine it when the man stopped him. "I wouldn't touch that, Jacob. You might get shocked."

The man held his hand out to Jacob. "I'm Leon Hardgrave."

"Jacob Frye."

"Oh, I know who you are." Leon chuckled.

"Exactly how do you know who I am and how did I get here?"

"Well, there's this game that's based around fictional legends of the Assassins and the Templars." He explained, picking up something in his hand and pressing a few buttons. A larger rectangle lit up and suddenly there he was on the screen, his sister in the same shot. "You go on adventures to find these things called—"

"Pieces of Eden." Jacob finished. "They aren't fictional—and neither are the Assassins."

"I know that now."

"I was in Aleck's shop when I disappeared. There was a new Piece of Eden…."

"So I was tinkering with some programs on my computer and I had an idea, could I bring someone from there to here? It took some work but I managed. I put on the headset and focused on who I wanted to bring here and it worked." Leon looked at the burned equipment and shrugged. "Well, mostly."

"Great. Your little experiment worked now send me back."

"Um, I can't." Leon scratched the back of his neck. "At least, not right now. I have to fix the platform."

"Then fix it."

"I need materials. They'll take a while to get, even for me, and I've got a little pull."

Jacob picked up a notebook, flipping through the pages as he spoke. "How long?"

"A month at the earliest."

"Great." Jacob mumbled, tossing the notebook on the table and looking at Leon. "What am I supposed to do in the meantime?"

"First you need clothes, but I don't think I'll have anything that will fit you. My roommate might though. I'll be right back." Leon disappeared but came back about ten minutes later, a pile of clothing in his hands. "Here. There's jeans and a t shirt."

He raised an eyebrow at the clothes but changed into them, leaving his kukri in the back of the trousers that Leon had called jeans. His bare feet padded softly across carpeted floor. He'd better figure out how to get home. What of the Rooks? How would they muddle through without his guidance? His thoughts were interrupted by a loud buzzing noise. Leon answered it, talking to a white box on the wall.

"Who is it?"

"Logan." The back of Jacob's mind tingled. That voice was familiar. "Is she in?"

"Yeah, but she's filming right now. Can you come back later?" Leon released a button and waited for a response.

"Of course." Frustration underlined the words. "Good bye, Leon."

"Later." He released the button again and stepped away from it, shaking his head. "Weird dude. He's always so formal."

"Who was he?" Jacob would be his life he knew that voice.

"Name's Logan Crawford. He's my roommate's manager. He's a little stuffy but that's just cause he's older. Took good care of Syd, though. She makes enough money that she could not work for the rest of her life." Leon took his phone away from Jacob. "I guess we should get you acquainted with some basic tech, if you're gonna be around for a while."

"I was never much on learning. I'm more of….a man of action." He looked out the window. "I have some new things to get acquainted with."

"Be that as it may, if you go out with a giant knife and no shoes, you're going to be arrested." Leon pointed out.

"Wouldn't be the first time."

"Give me an hour to teach you the basics and then I'll take you anywhere you want to go."

Jacob rolled his eyes but agreed. The hour was long and tedious, learning about cellular phones and computers and cars. When it was finally over he groaned and stretched his arms over his head. "Now, can we go?"

"Yeah. I think Syd is still editing her video but you can meet her later. I think my shoes will fit you at least." He tossed a pair of sneakers to Jacob, who put them on quickly. "But you have to leave the knife here."

"No."

"That's not a type of thing we carry here. Just leave it. Nobody is going to attack you." He held his hand out for Jacob's kukri, who reluctantly put it in his palm.

"I feel naked." Jacob complained.

"You'll adjust."

Jacob followed Leon through his apartment, wondering at the sheer size and the amount of technology that he had. Clearly he had money. Or his roommate did. Either way, this was the most room that wasn't a factory or brothel he'd ever seen. The outside world was just as fascinating. Cars sped past, going faster than he could've imagined. They smelled awful, the air was foul and he couldn't hear any birds but he supposed that was the cost of technology. Evie would be amazed.

A/N: Hi guys. Thanks to everybody who read this story. Please bear with me as I get my bearings back when it comes to writing. I haven't done it in a long while. Feel free to leave a review on your way out lovelies.