The sun had gone down in Zaun as Isabelle Lightwood sat in her doctor’s office wondering where her little sister Daisy was. Today Isabelle had dressed in a black leather jacket, dark blue jeans and sneakers. Her red hair was cut choppily as always. Two minutes later Isabelle heard her chemically altered younger sister Daisy’s voice echoing in her office. “Daisy, calm down. I’m here. Its okay. Lets go home yeah?” Isabelle added softly