Waves of nausea seemed to slam her head and she let out a soft groan, seeing anything but light. She brought her hand to her face and felt sweat. Her hair was plastered on her skin like glue and her lips were burning. She began to feel something on her. Something quite heavy. Her eyebrows rose in question. Where was she? She tried to sit up but the weight that was on her only grew. She heard the distinct sound of something moving. The thing that was on her was moving! She screamed and pushed the thing off of her, surprised at her sudden strength.

She realized it was a person and he was cursing rather colorfully. A light flashed in the space but it was rather small. A flashlight. She looked up at who it belonged to and saw an annoyed looking man, tawny eyes blazing with confusion but anger. "Where the hell am I?" He mumbled, swiping his hair out of his eyes. He moved the flashlight to his surroundings and she yelped when she saw three other people, one of them her best friend. Simon. He was now situating his glasses to the darkness and she almost felt sorry for him if not that she was in the same situation. "Si?" He peered up and the golden boy flashed the light on Clary who thanked him silently.

Simon's lips parted. "Clary? What happened? What is this?" The space was so small. It was hard for Clary to even breath as the hot air took over her. The golden boy laughed but his eyes were dull.

"It's a fucking van." He noticed, a frown setting on his face. His expression contorted. "Why the hell are we in a fucking van?" Apparently, they were in the back of a van and he was trying to open the latch with some difficulty. She rose and slowly approached him, lightly touching his shoulder. He tensed and she pulled her hand away hesitantly.

"I can handle the latch." She said and he nodded his head quietly before stepping to the side. Her fingers were shaking and she listened as the other two strangers appeared to panic. She was in no mood to make friends. How did she get here? With Simon? And these people? Her thoughts never cleared even when the click of a lock was heard. The boy beside her slammed his shoulder on the door and it flew open. It was night time. That was all they figured.

Clary stumbled forward and grabbed the hem of Simon's collar. They climbed out of the white van, the golden boy saying something to the other two. "Clary, who are they?" Simon asked, as she pulled on his arm. Clary wiped at her eyes. She peered down at her body. She was wearing a short blue dress, one that reached just below her hips. A green cardigan was thrown over her shoulders and she was glad for the warmth.

"I don't know. I just want to go home." He rummaged in his pocket abruptly and tugged at his cell phone. Her eyes grew wide. Yes! Clicking a few buttons, she could see the frustration shown on his pale face. He stomped his foot and threw the device on the ground.

"No signal." He explained and her hope crumbled. She paced back and forth. The sky was purple and blue, a rare color. On a normal night, she would draw the scenery but she was busy trying to figure out where the hell she was. The lack of light also bothered her and the boy brought his light onto her face. His expression was unreadable.

"Okay. Fucking look." He announced, staring at her but talking to all of them. "You need to stop fucking crying." He pointed to a tall, dark haired girl who was clinging on a boy who resembled her looks. Her mascara was smeared but Clary could tell that she was beautiful. "We have to find connection, that's for sure. I don't know how the hell I got here but I'm not stayin'. Take out your phone and walk around, not too far though cause I won't be bringing your sorry asses back. Look for connection then call somebody."

"What if there is no connection?" The dark haired girl asked, sniffling slightly.

He shrugged. "Don't know. Now separate and keep looking." Clary whirled to see Simon saying something to the girl and her emerald eyes narrowed. Did they know each other somehow? She ignored her best friend and searched for her phone in her satchel. A few long moments later, she found it and clicked it open. Nothing. She pressed the button longer. Nothing. No charge. She bit her lip to keep from crying. This was horrifying. Something moved behind her and she realized it was the golden guy again. His eyes landed on her phone then her face.

"Come on. We'll use mine." His voice unusually soft. He led the way and she closely followed, turning her head occasionally to try and see something that could help them but it was a failed attempt. His steps halted abruptly and she crashed into him, apologizing quickly just in case his temper would return. He didn't say anything. "There's no connection. Piece of shit iphone for nothing."

He grasped her arm and lugged her back in the direction they came from. He tugged away almost instantly when they reached the van. She sat on the edge of the backseat, doors open and he was checking the inside of the truck for something that could give them the slightest of clues. Clary placed her head in her hands and felt wet tears escape her orbs. She sucked in a few breaths. She wanted to go home. She wanted to see her mom. What had happened? She couldn't even remember. Coughing, she glanced to see golden guy staring at her. "What?" She asked, suddenly alarmed.

He shook his head. "What's your name?"

"Clary." She replied, seeing the others return, looks of dejection on their faces. They didn't find anything.

"What's yours?" Clary countered.

"Jace."

"Jace," She tested, "How long do you think we'll be here?"

He scoffed. "The truth?" She nodded her head.

"Long time considering it's night already." A sigh escaped her throat. Simon sat beside her and pulled her into an oddly comfortable hug. She breathed in his scent, the only thing from home. He ran his hand down her hair and she met his eyes in uncertainty.

"Do you remember anything? Anything?" The silence answered her question and he simply placed his head on her shoulder. The two siblings in front of them were arguing about something involving getting drunk and Jace, she couldn't even find him. They were lost.

Utterly lost in the middle of nowhere.