Clary's jaw dropped. "What?!" The word was half shouted, half gasped from her lips. "I will get married and he'll be amazing so just wait and see." She stuck out her tongue at him realizing that she was far to old to be sticking out her tongue as a retort to someone. Jack brought out that younger side of her, the little girl that had wanted to have pony rides for her sixth birthday.

"You're such a jerk." It was obvious that she didn't mean it but the statement felt as if it needed to be said.

Clary's expression softened when Jack mentioned his family. "That's nice that you have him then." His earlier teasing wasn't so important. At least, not important enough for Clary to feel happy for him. She knew that it wasn't easy and she'd do anything she could to help Jack smile.

She didn't know what was with this place, the town felt at home in her mind but also awkwardly placed among a handful of other memories. She thought about the items she'd gotten from the police station, the ones that they showed her and she claimed weren't hers. It all felt so weird.

She shook her head, chasing away the thought.

"Anyway. It's at your house right? Which is just..." She pointed as if she knew where it was that they were going. It was an easy thing and yet Clary didn't know where the memory came from. "Have you always lived in the same place?" She suddenly asked with growing curiosity.