Clary's lips tugged into a frown. She wanted to believe Alec but she found it difficult. She always remembered being an art student. Even the Stele was another drawing to her, something that she could visualize in her mind. Fighting? No. She's never fought anything in her life.

A memory crept to the forefront of her thoughts. She was in her house except it wasn't her house here. Her mother wasn't home but that create was there. The one that she'd drawn in her sketchbook.

A shiver ran down Clary's spine and she pushed the image away. "Probably." She answered his question, trying her best not to look shaken. "I hadn't ever seen them before. At least not that I can remember." She exhaled slowly, forcing herself to calm down. "Sometimes I know what they mean but sometimes I don't. I wish there was like a book for all of this." Maybe it'd be titled; The things that you forgot.