Clary shot him a look that suggested that she wasn't entertained by his reply. "Really, fruit?" Again his comment changed her expression though it made it much sadder this time. Her mother was away but that didn't mean that she was alone. Jack was alone and it was something that weighed heavily on Clary.

"I'm fine." She waved off his concern with a practiced smile pulling into place. He could probably see through it, Clary had never been a good liar. "I'm just tired and waiting to remember all the details." Drawing helped, Clary always found it easier to understand something if she imagined how she might draw it. It's something she'd done her whole life, even her diary was just a collection of drawings.

"Come over. We'll have fun. It's better than being in my house alone anyway." She paused thoughtfully. "If not today then sometime this month." She wanted to remember but something seemed of with Jack and she didn't want to push him. As far as Clary was aware, this was normal: her life, this town, those she knew. She clung to that normalcy with more force than she meant to.

She was tired of having nightmares and remembering things that didn't make any sense. She just wanted to go to an art school, become an artist and maybe one day settle down.