Haytham was out on a minor mission and Little Connor soon became restless and so asked Charles to go out for a stroll.
A few moments and they were out of the house enjoying their walk but Connor got distracted by a small little dog that had been barking in a nearby alley. He usually held hands with Lee but alas, the man had been talking to another and subconsciously let go of the boy’s hand.
Moments later, Lee had been frantically searching for the boy as he knew if the grand master found out that he lost his son he would certainly lose his head. Hickey came along and also helped out on finding the lost boy.
Meanwhile, Connor was standing in a place he was never familiar with. The boy panicked and walked in any direction and soon he was running from nothing. Hoping he would somehow find his way home but to no avail, gives up and realization dawns on him. He was lost.
Little Connor begins to cry. Men and women would avoid him as his color was different despite wearing clothes that would signify his British blood. It began to rain and soon, little Connor was soaked to the bone, cold, helpless and hungry.
Suddenly a huge shadow was cast above him and heard that voice that gave him complete clarity.
"Are you lost, son?"
He turned to face his father who was smiling at him, using his coat to shield his child from the chilling rain. Connor hugged his father so tightly, sobbing into the coat. Haytham picked up his son and headed for home, trying his best to hide his anger towards his templar brother who could barely look after a small child.