Clary nodded and padded towards the police station. She hoped that there were proper clothes there. At least something that she felt more comfortable in. Anything would be better than a hospital gown. At least, that's what she thought. When they finally get to the police station Clary is dismayed to see that her clothes are a black dress that didn't look like it was long enough to be decent. These were not winter clothes at all.

The key to her home gave her some hope that she'd be able to change but she'd have to walk all the way there in the reveling black dress. She couldn't imagine having picked this out for herself.