The Institute, New York, Sunday

[seveninchmotto]

All Isabelle had wanted to do was sleep off all of the previous night's woes. So, of course she'd been dragged out of bed in the middle of the night by Clary and Jace who'd absolutely had to tell everyone about the former's realization about where the Mortal Cup was, and how they had to plan to go and get them despite the fact that the search was

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[flickofawrist]

Flick was still holed up in his hotel, enjoying some truly awful television and something cold to drink. When his phone buzzed, he picked it up and put it to his ear.

"Hey," he greeted. "You okay?"

[seveninchmotto]

"No." But, she wasn't drunk and therefore the fact that she was upset was nicely masked by hw tired she sounded. "We fought a Greater Demon, Alec is unconscious, and Hodge and Jace and Clary are all missing."

[flickofawrist]

"Jesus," he breathed, sitting up. "Isabelle, I'm -- I'm sorry. What can I do to help?"

[seveninchmotto]

"How soon can you get here?"

That's what he could do to help.