Connor was already waiting outside as Desmond stepped outside into the warm morning sun. When Connor heard him he stood up and immediately started walking.

"Follow me."

"Right." In complete silence they crossed the paths that led into the woods until Connor starting jogging, then running. Still feeling a little weak on his legs Desmond followed as good as he could, mostly focusing on keeping up, rather than considering what was happening around him.

"Watch out!" Desmond's head flung to the side as he simultaneously heard a deep roar, a sound he had learned to fear while he was in Connor's memories. The huge bear lunged at him and Desmond barely managed to roll off to the side, saving himself from a painful death. But the bear came onto him again but this time Desmond was prepared, letting his instincts take over. When the bear straightened and went for the kill Desmond squatted and braced himself for the incoming attack, then jumped to the side, with his blade digging deep into the thick flesh of the bear. Another roar cut through the surrounding silence as Desmond pulled down the blade, hot blood covering his hands.

The bear dropped to the side with a loud thud and Desmond stood and stared, breathing heavily and feeling like he was about to throw up. At least Connor seemed somewhat impressed as he came closer to check on him.

"You did good."

"Thank you."

"Are you injured?"

"No, that isn't my blood. I'd like to wash it off before we reach Boston; it'll only draw attention." Connor nodded and turned back to continue walking.

"You can do that as soon as we reach the next fortress, there are no bears to worry about at the river side."

"Okay, good."

"Tell me something about yourself Desmond."

"What do you want to know?" He frowned at Connor's back as they walked, this time slower, towards the sounds of a river.

"What were you doing in front of Achilles house, unconscious at that?" Desmond groaned inside and shrugged.

"I swear I don't know. I...my memory is blurry and everything is different from what I expected."

"How do you know Juno?" Connor had stopped and turned around, his big brown eyes intently staring at Desmond. He was wondering how Connor could know about Juno, then he remembered the vision Connor had as a child.

"I have met her."

"You have met her? How is that possible?"

"Well not really met her in reality you know, she just kinda came to me." Connor squinted as if he was trying to figure out if Desmond was telling the truth. "How do you know her?"

"That is none of your concern." With that Connor turned and started walking faster again while Desmond huffed, and then reluctantly followed. The blood was drying on his hands and the smell accompanied him throughout the way.