Ginny blinked and sat up. Lydia was beside her, biting her lip. The ceiling lights over head were harsh, the artificial light cruel in comparison to the natural Roman sun.

"Hi." Ginny gave a slight smile, rubbing her eyes.

"Er, hi Ginny, great that you're awake. We need to talk."

"Oh?"

"Before I start, your work for us is great, really great, like the memories you've collected are amazing-"

"But?" There was a catch, there was always a catch.

"But we've been tracing you family tree- we do it with everyone, completely confidential information- we've ah..."

"I'm an orphan." Ginny said as she stood, picking up a bottle of water. "I'm not surprised you haven't found anything."

"No, that's the thing." Lydia pressed as they left the booth and headed to the snack bar. "Even orphans can be traced. We can collate your DNA with the rest of the human race to find birth parents and their family tree but... Ginny, it's like you appeared from nowhere."

"It's not the first time someone's told me that." She sighed and took a swig of water. She was dumped as a baby on the doorstep of a woman who she called her mother. No one knew who left her, whether she had been stolen or her real mother had just given her up, but the woman that raised her did more than a good job of taking care of her. It was there, in her adopted home, that she learnt of the Assassins and became a part of them. Ginny stepped even further into the centuries old mess after her mother died and the sixteen year old girl was raised by a number of Assassins who treated her like a sister, just before she left for a mission of her own. Going undercover in Abstergo.

"Seriously, Ginny." Lydia's face was painted with concern. "We can't trace you back anywhere. You're an anomaly."

"Now that I haven't heard."

"I'm really sorry, but it's company protocol." Lydia bowed her head, staring at her clipboard. "We're going to have to let you go."

"What?" Ginny took a step back.

"I'm so sorry! Really, I am! But we need to know that the memories are from subject seventeen, and we haven't found Desmond's memories to reach that far. We thought it might be your own memories but we can't tell. I'm sorry but we can't let you continue going through your own memories, Assassin memories." She hissed.

Ginny resisted the urge to reach for her necklace. She swallowed.

"Fine. I'll get my things."

"I'm so sorry, we've organised your pay to last you the next year while you find work and I can't begin to thank you for the information you've already gathered for us."

"It's fine." Her voice was bitter.

Ginny collected everything that she kept at her booth, which wasn't much, handed in her company tablet and was accompanied down the elevator.

"I can take it from here. I know my way out." She told the guard and he nodded and returned the way he came.

As he disappeared, Ginny headed straight for the coffee bar.

"Shaun."

The figure turned, glasses crooked as he set down a steaming cup of coffee. Adjusting his apron, he smiled and pushed the coffee towards her.

"Ah, Ginny, lovely to see you, Rebecca isn't here, although-"

"I was fired." She sighed, getting two extra packs of sugar and pouring it in her coffee and stirring it.

"What?"

"Yeah, that's what I said."

"What did you do?" He lowered his panicked voice to a whisper. "Do they know?"

Ginny shook her head and put the plastic lid on the coffee cup.

"No. They said it was company protocol, they couldn't trace back my family tree, said I basically appeared from nothing and fired me."

Shaun sucked air through his teeth.

"I'm sorry, Ginny, that's rough. I'll contact Rebecca, see if there's anything we can do."

"Cheers, Shaun. How much do I owe ya?"

"It's on the house. I think you deserve it."

"Thanks, I'll see you later." She nodded and picked up the coffee with her spare hand as she tucked her belongings under her arm. "I'll catch you later."

"Where are you going?" He called after her as she headed for the outside door.

"With luck, forward." She smiled.