Jems eyes fluttered. Blurry, pale faces swam in and out of his vision. Whispers flew back and forth across his head.

"Henry, he's awake."

"Charlotte, dear, it can't be, the odds..."

"Tessa-" A whisper escaped his lips before sleep overtook him. A soft melody played in his head.

Charlotte Branwell paced the frigid, stone floor. Her husband, Henry, sat on the floor, leaned against the wall while Magnus appeared to had fallen asleep on the stone bench. Charlotte didn't blame him, the spell he had done, it had taken hours to weave.

"Lottie, there is nothing you can do, and pacing won't help." Henry sighed.

Charlotte knew her husband was right, but she felt she had so much energy, she couldn't possibly sit still.

Suddenly a voice, deep and hollow, resonated through her head, as if she had thought the words herself.

"He's stable." The voice began "But for how long, we cannot tell."

"Oh, he'll be okay." Said a sleepy, drawling voice. "The spell I did, well, it was perfect, not all of them turn out that well."

Magnus had awoken and was now slouched on the edge of his bench, his head bowed. Long, black hair hung lankly aroung his face.

"But we cannot be certain, Magnus, time is our only hope." Said Charlotte sadly.

Henry looked up, "But for now, we all know where we need to be, sitting here and waiting for Jem to wake up won't defeat Mortmain, nor save Tessa."

"We should to track Will then, he's closest, and he knows where he is going." Suggested Charlotte.

Magnus and Henry shared a glance. "The portal's ready." Henry said while Magnus grinned dramatically.

Jem knew he was dreaming. He appeared to be standing on a small stage outdoors. He was dressed in gold Shadowhunter gear, like one would wear to be married. A crowd of people sat in front of him, they were also dressed very nicely. A gold rug lay on the grass, down the center of the seats.

Suddenly, the gate at the opposite end of the rug opened, and a women came out. She was dressed in a lovely, sparkling golden gown. A thick veil covered her entire face. Music swelled as she began to walk down the isle. She walked fast, and she appeared in front of him. A priest in fancy robes held a book between them. He began speaking, very fast, blurred words.

Then he paused, and said in a very normal voice, "You may now kiss the bride."

The woman raised her veil, and Jem choked back a yell of suprise. Underneath, the girl was featureless. She did not have a nose nor mouth, but she did have very empty eyesockets. Black holes stared back at Jem. The lovely music turned into a hollow screech and he jerked awake.

Jem blinked in the dim lighting as he came to his surroundings. He was laying on a lumpy bed tangled in thin sheets, drenched in sweat. A robed man stood in the corner, a Silent Brother. Jem scrambled to sit up as the Silent Brother moved toward him.

"Go back to sleep." The man said.

"B-brother Enoch?" Jem spluttered.

"Brother Enoch is fighting with your friends, to defeat Mortmain. I am Brother Eremiel"

"W-what? Fighting Mortmain? Now? I must be there to help."

Jem went to get out of bed, but the moment he stood up his knees gave and Jem fell to the hard floor. Brother Eremiel made no attempt to help him.

"You cannot, go back to sleep, there is nothing you can do."

"But Tessa, Will" Jems thoughts went immediately to them. "They're there! There must be something-"

"There isn't. You must only wait for them to get back."

"But-" Jem broke off and sighed. "At least tell me the how this happened."