Two days past by Clary in a blur, it was just images to her, as if she was dreaming. She could barely stop thinking about everything that had happened. She rarely ate either, her weight was dropping rapidly but she didn't even notice, or care. Clary thought back to the night she had met Jace number two and he left her there in the streets of Brooklyn, believing she was crazy. Jocelyn had come home shortly after, looking tired and pale. Clary had run up and practically threw herself onto her mother, tears streaming down her face like rain down a window. Her mother, looking shocked and then horrified, at her own daughter, just stood still with her arms draped by her sides. They had had an argument, Clary remembered, because Jocelyn didn't want Clary to leave the house for at least a week. Although Clary knew her mother was hiding something, that she was scared for her, she put up an argument and stormed out.

Now here she was, standing outside the Pandemonium Club in the pouring rain, soaking from head to toe. Cars rushed by and splashed water from the puddles all over her already wet body. Yet she didn't move. Clary just didn't care anymore. It was if all of her emotions had gone and her body had just given up and shut itself down, leaving her just an empty soul.

"Excuse me? Are you alright?" A voice, male, spoke to her.

"I...I don't know." She whispered, turning to face him. 'Wow, what a stereotype he is.' Her mind told her

"I'm Simon." he said, holding his hand out to her. She just looked at him. Simon was such a geek, that much was obvious. His dark hair was short yet curly and he wore big glasses that somehow complimented his face. 'Not that he needs it or anything.' The words were in her mind before she could stop them, she shook her head at herself. Simon was extremely good looking, in his own way. It was as if he was his own version of geek, and he was damn good at it. Bringing herself back to reality, Clary noticed she hadn't replied and had been, instead, just staring at him. She felt herself blushing, her cheeks warming up.

"Hi. I'm Clary."

"Are you okay? You look a little...wet."

It was if Simon's words had triggered something in her back alive. The reality of the past few days hit her, and so did her emotions. They were back. Clary's legs turned week and she collapsed to the ground, crying for the first time in two days. Simon was suddenly by her side, holding her as if they had been friends for years.

"Come on." He whispered in her ear, pulling her up. "I'll take you to this café I know. My friend Eric does poetry there. Well if that's what you would call poetry anyway." He laughed, his eyes bright. "This way, you'll warm up in there. And at least you will know another café to never go back to after hearing Eric's poetry. He'll be on in hour. Come on then."

Three hours later and Clary was sitting in a small café with a cup of hot chocolate in her hands, all dry and warm again, listening to Eric talking. After just ten minutes of listening to his 'poetry' she could barely contain her laughter. Now after a couple of hours of it, she was in stitches of it. 'Thank god he hasn't noticed.'

Simon was an easy guy to get along with. He was the same age as her, and Clary felt happy and comfortable around him. He was smart and quick-witted, always making her laugh. 'He's a good guy.' Clary told herself, even though they had only known each other a few hours. After Eric had finished, they swapped numbers and promised to stay in touch, before they left, going there separate ways home.

Walking up the stairs to her apartment, a sick feeling began to crawl up Clary's stomach. Something was wrong. Turning her key in the lock, she stepped through. The house was quiet. 'To quiet.'

Walking through to the kitchen Clary gasped. Jace number one stood there, smirking at her with a cold look in his eyes that was there to often.

"Hello again Clarissa. Miss me?"