Disclaimer: Yes, again, I don't own MI. I want to but Cassie deserves to be the creator of such a great series!

So, sorry for neglecting the story…I've been busy lately with projects and such.

Clary couldn't stop staring, horrified at their fate. The ceiling was sinking slowly, but as it did it started to cover some of the doorways. What if the doorway we need to go through gets blocked? Clary thought desperately.

As she was staring upset by the falling ceiling, Jace had already started solving the puzzle. "Clary," he said urgently, "You need to help as well, unless you want to become the world's first abstract Shadowhunter paining. Well, that's not strictly true, there was this one fellow—"

"I get it," Clary interrupted. "If I've got this calculation correctly, we've got 24 minutes and 35 seconds. That should be enough time."

Jace nodded. "Let's start solving the riddle," he agreed. "Stay calm. If you panic, it's not going to help the situation."

Clary took a deep breath to calm herself, and started to read aloud the first lines of the poem she thought were solvable. "Many doors will remain untried, since once selected, the chooser's first breath will seal their fate to the choice they make," She read. "I think that means that once we open a door, we have to stick to that choice," she thought out loud. Jace nodded in agreement. "Next?" he asked.

"Merely the first two floors contain doorways that travel to where hunters search-for what they yearn for-a bell-ringing church." Clary read. She made a face. "This is confusing," she complained. "We're not even looking for a church…are we?"

Jace shrugged. "Maybe," he disagreed. "We don't even know what we're looking for. But maybe Jonathan is IN this church."

"I'll try drawing a chart," Clary suggested, "To eliminate doors that aren't wanted."

Jace's lips formed a lopsided grin, and he casually threw her his stele. "I knew you'd think of something," he said.

Clary smiled, and then proceeded to solving the riddle. "Merely the first two floors contain doorways that travel to where hunters search…" Clary pondered. "That means that the door we're looking for is located on the first two floors of this place." She then drew a chart of the first 2 floors.

"This should narrow it down quite a bit," Jace said. "Next clue?"

"Three of fourteen doors will lead to a place where no one goes, an empty space. Which ones they are, Heaven knows." Clary recited. "Heaven knows?" She asked Jace. "That doesn't make any sense!"

Jace merely shook his head. "Let's skip that clue," he suggested. "What's the next clue?"

"4 certain deaths shall try to hide, but only returns to home lie in the middles and on the left sides," Clary said. She then held used the stele to draw the runes for 'home' in the middle and left squares of the chart. Immediately, these runes glowed and identical ones formed onto the actual doors the chart squares represented. Jace sucked in a breath. "This will make it more convenient," he said unhelpfully. "Um…next clue?"

"If you would value your life 3rd from both lefts are not your friend, and those 2nd from both rights shall be your tragic end." Clary read. She then drew the swirling mark of death on 4 doors.

(A/N: The chart she's drawing looks like this now:

Both floors: home, mystery, death, home, mystery, death, mystery)

"The remaining 3 shall bring you joy, for all of them will grant your wish." Jace finished. "There's still the 3 doors that go to "nowhere" mixed in!"

Clary started panicking. The only clue they hadn't used yet was the "Heaven knows" clue, and she didn't know how to solve it!

As she was thinking, Clary paced and looked around the circular room. Her eyes rested on the beautiful angel on the slowly descending ceiling. Amidst all the dangers, the artist's eye inside Clary couldn't help marveling at the elegance and beauty of the stained glass angel.

It's so gorgeous, Clary thought. The white wings that look like they are real feathers, the piercing blue eyes—it seems to be a true angel. One that would come straight from—.

Clary stopped. "Jace," she nearly screamed. "JACE!"

Jace looked up, startled. "I'm trying to think, Clary," he said. "We've only got 7 minutes now…" He pointed up at the ceiling.

Clary shook her head violently. "I think I understand the clue," she explained. "And it has to do with that stained glass above us."

So…cliff-hanger again! Sorry, but now DAD is kicking me off…apparently I've been spending too much time on the computer lately.

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