Everything was a total mess. But at least New York will always be the same, for now anyway. Since Jace was taken to Idris along with the Inquisitor and the Lightwoods, there was only you, Clary and Luke (considering Maia had left as well). It was unsettlingly lonely in the house after the whole fight with the Inquisitor and Maryse and Robert, so Luke decided to take you and Clary out for a stroll to get away. There was still a chance that demons were roaming around so of course you guys took weapons with you. By now, it was midday and you three were walking along the outskirts of an abandoned street down through Brooklyn. The air was unreasonably chilly but what really left a chill up your spines was the sudden voice that spoke from behind you.*

"It was about time the two of you showed up. I was beginning to worry..."

Turning around, the sight of a familiar slender woman wearing a sundress caught hold of Luke and Clary's eyes. Jocelyn? It couldn't be. For some reason, she didn't seem to acknowledge you one bit. Looking closely at her eyes, you couldn't see the hint of a soul. Simply a black screen with white reflecting off the light of the sun. Something wasn't right here...