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Clary turned to look back at them, but they were already gone. Turning around, she took off down the street and towards her house. She cautiously opened the door, walking in. She felt like she was fifteen again, after sneaking out with her friends. She spotted Charlie sitting at the kitchen...

Clary looked around. She recognized this street as one she used to go one when she went to school. So I’m not that far away from home. Sweet. She thought. She glanced at the others. “Adios,” Clary said saluting, and then jogged down the street.

Clary frowned. “Oh. In that case, where’s a pen...” she trailed off, finding a conveniently placed pen on the floor. She tore off a piece of paper from the napkin and scribbled her name and number on the paper and handed it to Kipp. “Here.”

Clary shrugged. She wasn’t going to try to convince him to keep it. “Cool, thanks.” she said, shoving it into her back pocket. She glanced at the paper Kipp held, putting the number in her contacts. “I’ll just text you, hold on,” she said, texting Kipp. Yo, this is Clary “There, you should get...

Clary stood up, jogging down after him. “I do. I live in Reno, Nevada,” she said. She dug through her pockets, pulling out a wadded up twenty dollar bill and handing it to him. “If you could get me anywhere in Nevada, that would be great.”

(Night. :frow )

Clary nodded slowly. “And I’ll leave in nine.” She said. As of right now she was too hungry and too tired to go anywhere sooner. She stood up, refilling her bowl of soup and grabbing a piece of bread. She sat back down, dipping the bread into soup and eating it.

Clary sank down into the chair, pulling her phone out. She flipped through her contacts, clicking on the one that said Davis. Yo, I’ve kinda been kidnapped, taken literally around the globe to fight giant bugs and stop a curse, and now the cops are coming. How am I going to explain this to my...

“Great, I can totally afford a flight back to Reno,” Clary grumbled, heading up the stairs. She scooped up a bowl of broccoli soup and sat down at an unoccupied table. Clary choked on her soup. “I’m sorry, what now?” Her eyes narrowed. “And tell them what?”

Clary looked around. “That’s it? We’re done? I can go home now?” She asked hopefully. Her attention was drawn to the crumbled rocks on the basement floor. She knelt down, carefully picking a piece up and examining it. “Uhh... why is this broken? Is that normal? How are we going to go home now?”...

Clary wrapped her arm around Charlie’s shoulders, bringing him over to where they were taking pictures. She smiled, sticking two of her fingers up and giving Charlie bunny ears.

( :barnie I never get any alerts for this.) Clary smiled at Kipp, letting go of him and up the last few steps. She pulled the stone out of her pocket and clicked it in place, taking a few steps away. She waited for some sort of boobytrap, but so far nothing happened, she swatted a fly away from...

Clary gave a quick nod to Blair, watching as she disappeared to the front. She didn’t know she had sped up until Kipp tripped over one of the stairs. She stopped, making sure he didn’t fall over. “Sorry,” Clary murmured, continuing up the stairs. She watched her feet, keeping herself from...

“That’s not- ah, never mind.” Clary said. She heard someone walking up behind her and moved closer to the wall so the person could pass. As the person kept walking next to her and Kipp, Clary looked over, seeing it was Blair. “Nah, I’m good,” Clary said quickly, not stopping or slowing down at...

“Don’t blame yourself, it’ll get you no where,” Clary said, trudging up the stairs. “Think of it this way. This castle is extremely dangerous. Fred still would’ve found someway to get hurt, and if you weren’t there with him, he would be dead right now. See? It’s not your fault, and Blair...

Clary frowned. There was something off between Blair and Kipp, but she didn’t know what. She snorted. “I’d bet he doesn’t remember anyone’s names. Don’t take it personally,” Clary would’ve elbowed him in the ribs, but in her current position it would’ve been difficult. As Kipp mentioned...

Clary held in her laughter, but she let a smile escape her lips. “Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault you got bitten,” she said.

Clary grabbed one of Kipp’s arms and pulled it over her shoulders. Her other arm wrapped around his waist to keep him steady, being careful to not ruffle the delicate feathers on his wings. “How well can you walk? I can help take some of the weight off, but I can’t carry you.” Clary said.

“Well, Kyle was acting like it was my fault, so I told him otherwise,” Clary grumbled. She realized how immature she must’ve sounded, and mentally smacked herself, turning away from Blair. As an opening appeared, Clary jumped out of the elevator. She looked down at Kyle, carefully nudging him...

As someone bumped into Clary, she was sent stumbling face-first into the elevator wall. She turned around, ready to punch whoever did that, but when she saw it was Haddie with Kipp, she relaxed. “Try to be careful, okay?” She said calmly. “Hey!” Clary protested at Kyle’s small, accusing thumb...