Domenico had been in a pretty deep sleep when there was a loud knock on his door. He ignored it at first and focused on getting back to sleep when the nock sounded again. Whoever was there wasnâ€™t looking to go away any time soon. A groan escaped him as he went to answer. Didnâ€™t they know he was tired and really wanted to get some sleep? Of all the nerveâ€¦ this was one thing he has come to dislike about the Templars. Hell, at this rate he really did feel like he was the only doctor in this damned city. It was irritating as all hell and he made no efforts in hiding how much he appreciated being woken up this late and spat, â€œWhat?â€<br/><br/>â€œYouâ€™ve failed.â€ The Templar snarled at him. â€œEmanuel and his wife are leaving the city and their child is still alive.â€<br/><br/>â€œImpossible. I gave them the poison.â€<br/><br/>â€œWell, apparently they didnâ€™t give it to her, now did they? Youâ€™re to fix this immediately. Weâ€™ve set up some more patrols around the city but I know it wonâ€™t slow them down long.â€ The man looked at him with hard, serious eyes. Domenico was not thrilled about knowing he had failed, especially because he felt his plan went well. Damn that woman. He knew she had been too wary and now he was mentally kicking himself for it. â€œI know youâ€™re probably exhausted but this is your mess, not mine. And keep yourself under control; thereâ€™s an Assassin aiding them, rumors say, so I only want the Assassin along with Emanuel dead. Donâ€™t go on a killing spree, though Iâ€™m sure I donâ€™t really need to tell you twiceâ€¦â€<br/><br/>All Domenico could do was nod, â€œIâ€™ll see what I can do.â€ And with that the man was off. Sighing heavily, he got to work once again, wondering how he was going to fix this mess in such a short time.<br/><br/>--------<br/><br/>â€œEmanuel are you really sure about all this? Iâ€™m not trying to doubt you; I know youâ€™re looking out for us and allâ€¦â€ Michella spoke in a quiet voice, walking closer to her husband. Hopefully an argument was not about to break out on top of everything, he thought to himself, holding back a sigh. He didnâ€™t blame her for her wariness, especially after what happened back there, and the fact that Bella was becoming a bit restless as well. He had a feeling that they had to hurry but at the same time didnâ€™t want to rush and risk anything else. It was really taking a lot for him to keep going but he was determined to get his family to safety. After that, then he would deal with the Templars and whatever punishment he would be facing for doing this. He didnâ€™t want to think about it but he knew it couldnâ€™t be helped, might as well keep it in the back of his mind to be prepared.<br/><br/>He took lead without hesitating, always keeping a bit of a neutral air about him, but truth be told he really felt like a lot of weight had been placed on him right then. It took a good bit of energy not to let it show through completely. Sure, he knew the patrols well, but that didnâ€™t mean they didnâ€™t change them once they realized he was gone. The increased number was enough proof of this at least in his eyes. It definitely put him more on edge, but he had to keep as calm as possible. One thing was for certain, he was sure about getting them through this. His family was in danger, he didnâ€™t want them placed in the middle of this war and getting hurt, it was best that they left the city.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m sure.â€ He told Michella once they passed by another group of patrols. Emanuel could have sworn they spotted him but when they moved on he relaxed more. â€œYou neednâ€™t worry too much about making it out in time. We have it covered.â€ In times like this he would keep the talking to a minimum. Michella seemed to agree for she didnâ€™t say anything else which put him at even more ease. He really wanted to avoid arguing if he could though sometimes it was inevitable and did cause a lot of problems in the long run. It was relieving that he could just keep focused on what was going on now instead of bickering with his stubborn wife. Or worse, trying to calm Bella down if she woke up again before they reached their destination. He looked back to the sleeping child for a moment but Michella gave him a look that told him she wouldnâ€™t be waking up any time soon.<br/><br/>After they walked a bit further, he looked back to Alexandra and spoke in a lower voice so only she could hear him, â€œWe should be nearing the city gate soon, though thatâ€™s obvious Iâ€™m sure. Despite earlier, things have gone a lot better than expected, Iâ€™m impressed.â€ He was just trying to lighten the mood a bit, showing a bit more gratitude at least in his own way. â€œThe silence has me on edge, though, and so I want you to scout ahead to see if thereâ€™s any kind of ambush waiting for us. Wouldnâ€™t surprise me if they had one set upâ€¦â€<br/><br/>He doubted it would happen, but he wanted to be sure. It was probably silly of him to think of it, but it was too quiet. Silence was bad. Over the years he has become rather uncomfortable with the silence instead of finding comfort in it; most people would enjoy peace and quiet, but Emanuel found it to be more unnerving than anything, preferring things to be busy. And something told him things were only just beginning. After all they had gotten this far without much trouble, had they not?