"Is she alive?" A girl's voice fills my head.

"I certainly hope so. It would be bothersome to drag her dead body outside and bury her." A boy's voice replies.

"William!" A lady scolds him. I slowly open my eyes, blinking them in order to adjust to the light. I'm laying on the ground, and I'm extremely sore. My head aches and I'm laying next to my luggage bags. I notice that the broken pieces of a table and the shards of a glass vase decorate the floor around me. I look up and see that the Victorian wallpaper that I saw before covers the walls of whatever building I am in. A lady with reddish-brown hair stands over me, a look of concern on her face. I cannot tell how old she is, but she's definitely not a teenager. Next to her stands a girl with wavy blonde hair. She had the kind of hair that I have always wanted; perfect, no matter what you did to it. I bet she could walk through a storm, and even though her hair was wind-blown and wet, it would look great. She stood a few feet away from the lady, and had her arms crossed over her chest. She wore a brown-golden colored dress with white lace at the neckline, and seemed like she wished that she was anywhere but here. Then there's the boy who spoke earlier. He has dark black hair, and bright blue eyes. He's gorgeous, and looks about my age. He stands on the other side of the lady, and has a smirk on his face. I remember that the lady had called him William. It fits him perfectly.

"I think she's dead." The girl said, tilting her head. She looks like she couldn't care less if a dead body ended up in her house. If this was, in fact, her house.

"No look," William said, bending down next to me. "She's breathing."

"Is she a Shadowhunter?" The lady asked, biting her lip as she thought. I stop breathing for a second. Did she just say Shadowhunter? And did she just ask if I was one? What is going on?

"Did you say Shadowhunter?" I asked, my voice sounding small and scared. I guess that happens when you're sucked into a swirling red vortex.

"It speaks!" William said, with fake shock. I stare at him.

"William!" The lady said wearily. She shakes her head, and sighs. "Maybe it's best if you leave." She said, glaring at William.

"After this young lady just destroyed my favorite vase? I think not!" He said firmly, shaking his head. I stare at the shattered pieces of vase that cover the floor.

"Was that really your favorite vase?" I asked quietly, sitting up. I pick up a shard of the vase and look at it.

"Nope." He replied casually, taking the piece out of my hand. "Now please do us the honor of revealing your name." William said, looking at me curiously.

"I'd rather not give my name to three strangers." I answered, pulling my luggage bags closer, just in case they tried the rob me.

"You just fell through our ceiling, I think that we deserve to know your name." The girl said, rolling her eyes.

"I'm Aurelia Rose." I said cautiously, hoping that this wasn't a mistake.

"Welcome Miss Rose," The lady said kindly. I immediately liked her. She seemed nicer than the teenagers, and didn't seem like she wanted to kidnap me. Still, I'm calling my mother the minute that I find out where I am. "I'm Charlotte Branwell." She said with a smile, holding out her hand. My eyes widen and I stare at her. Charlotte Branwell is a character from my book. She's not real. It's probably just a coincidence. I shake her hand and she helps me up.

"Oh my goodness!" The girl exclaims, staring at me. "What are you wearing?" She asks, staring at my outfit in horror. I'm wearing pale jean shorts, a cute black tank top, black combat boots, and a flower crown.

"Clothes?" I said, looking down at myself in confusion. I had spent all week picking the perfect outfit to wear when I landed in Hawaii. Even the polls I had made online had chosen this one. Well, she was wearing a princess-styled dress, so I decide not to worry about it. The girl looks at my clothes with disgust, and shakes her head as if I'm the biggest fashion disappointment in the universe.

"I'm Jessamine Lovelace." She said, crossing her arms again. I look down and try to keep breathing. No one has a name like "Jessamine Lovelace." Except for in The Infernal Devices.

"I'm going crazy." I muttered to myself, shaking my head.

"Probably." William said, with a smirk. William. As in William Herondale?

"Let me guess. You're William Herondale." I said, crossing my arms and looking at him. He looks surprised for a minute, but it quickly disappears. Of course. Will Herondale is a master at hiding his emotions. But he's not real. I must be dreaming. But if I am, I might as well make the most of it.

"So you've heard of me." Will said with a bow. Jessamine rolled her eyes.

"Something like that." I said, looking at my Clockwork Angel book. Will sees where I'm looking, and goes to pick up my book. Then I remember something. He's on the cover. If he's the real Will of course. Still, if he is, I don't want him to see that book.

"No!" I said fiercely, and quickly snatch up my book before Will can reach it. He looks at me weirdly.

"Sorry," I said quickly. "It's really important to me." I clutch the book close to my chest and stare at the three people. I'm suddenly aware of how much my head hurts. If this is a dream, then why do I hurt so badly?

"Miss Rose," Charlotte said, eyeing the luggage bags that surround me. "Are you a Shadowhunter?" She asked. I shake my head.

"No." I answered, noticing the marks on her arms. Will has them too.

"So you have the Sight?" Charlotte asked, looking me over.

"I guess." I said, deciding to play along with this little game. "Please, call me Aurelia." I said shyly.

"Of course." Charlotte said with a smile. "How did you get here Aurelia?" She asked.

"Well, I was at the Smithsonian, then I got thirsty so I went to find a water fountain, then there was an open door and I went in and found a large gemstone and it started spinning, and then there was a large vortex and then I fell and now I'm here." I replied, talking really fast. They all stare at me, obviously confused. I stand there awkwardly, staring at the floor.

"What's a Smithsonian?" Jessamine asked finally.

"The museum in D. C." I said, wondering how they hadn't heard of it. Of course, if these are the real characters from The Infernal Devices, then they would be in old London. If these are the real characters, then I would be in old London.

"D.C.?" Jessamine asked, looking like she thinks that I'm crazy.

"Never mind." I replied, not sure how to explain it.

"It sounds like you took a portal." Will observed, leaning against the wall.

"Maybe." I said, shrugging. I have no idea how I got here, and they probably know more about portals than me.

"How did you know my name?" Will asked, staring at me and the book that I'm holding tightly.

"I...um..." I quickly try to come up with an excuse.

"Will. She's obviously tired and confused. We should let her rest." Jessamine interrupted.

"I want to know how a mundane girl knows me." He replied coolly. Jessamine shakes her head.

"The poor girl must have had a rough day." Jessamine said, looking at Charlotte. I know the only reason that she's standing up for me is that she wants me to get her out of the Institute. It's odd, knowing so much about people that I have never met.

"You're right." Charlotte said, nodding. "Could you please go find Sophie for me Jessie?" She asked, but making it sound for like an order than a question.

"Fine." Jessamine replied, rolling her eyes for the millionth time. She gets up and walks out of the room.

"I'm going to go find Henry." Charlotte said then whispered something to Will. He says something back, and I hear the name "Jem." My heart starts beating faster, and I sigh. I have had a huge crush on James Carstairs since I started reading The Infernal Devices. I wonder where he is. Charlotte leaves and Will and I stare at each other awkwardly.

"Follow me." He said and walked towards the door.

"I'm going to call my mom first." I said, pulling my phone out of my boot. I dial my moms number, but it says that I don't have cellular data. I push every button, turn everything on, but no matter what I do I cannot call. I cry out in frustration and shove my phone angrily back into my boot. Will is staring at me as I blink furiously to stop myself from crying.

"What was that?" He asked, gesturing at my boot. I pull my phone out and stare at it.

"It's a phone." I said, showing him. He looks at it curiously.

"And you can talk to your mother through it?" He asked, looking suspicious.

"I should be able to, but I don't have service here." I replied, putting it away. He nods, eyeing my luggage.

"I doubt you can carry that by yourself. You don't look very strong." He said, and bent to grab one of my bags. I step in front of it.

"I can do it myself." I say firmly. Managing to get all my bags and to not like like a total fool, I follow Will out of the room and down the hall. He opens a room and gestures for me to go inside. I look at the large bed, with four tall posts that spiral up to the ceiling, supporting a red canopy. There's a red chair in the corner, and an antique vanity set on the left wall. The windows on either side of the bed let the light of the setting sun illuminate the room. I set my bags down and turn to Will.

"Thanks." I said awkwardly.

"Sophie will be up soon Miss Rose." He replied, looking around at the room.

"Call me Aurelia." I said, smiling. "Miss Rose is much to formal for me." I finished and he smiles and nods.

"Why is that book is so important to you Aurelia?" He asked suddenly, his eyes filled with curiosity. I hold the book tighter, and turn away.

"I've had a long day Mr. Herondale," I said cautiously. "I'm going to get some rest."

"Very well. But please, call me Will." He said. I nodded and smiled. Suddenly, it hit me. Will Herondale is standing in front of me. Will Herondale. Then I notice him looking at my outfit. I suppose it must be strange for him to see a girl in a shirt and shorts, since it's the 1800's in London. He sees me watching him and looks in my eyes.

"Where did you get such odd clothes?" He asked, interested.

"The future." I replied with a mischievous smile.

"Really?" He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Really." I responded, looking into his bright blue eyes. They really are the bluest eyes I've ever seen. "I'm from 2014."

"Sure." He said, shaking his head in disbelief. "You should rest. You've obviously hit you head." He finished, and walked down the hallway. I leaned out the door and watched him go.

"It's true!" I called, leaning against the doorframe and crossing my arms.

"Of course it is." He answered in a tone that suggested he thought I was crazy.

"Herondales." I mutter, shaking my head. Will turns around slowly, his eyes suddenly dark.

"You've...met other Herondales?" He asked seriously. His voice was emotionless, but he stared at me with such intensity, that I knew this was important to him.

"Well...not really...I read about one though." I feel like I shouldn't talk about the future if this really is the real Will Herondale. But he just looks so upset. "His name is Jace." I said, recalling The Mortal Instruments series. I always found it amusing how similar Will and Jace are. "He's a lot like you actually." I said thoughtfully. He glares at me, suddenly becoming defensive.

"There is no Herondale named Jace," He said fiercely. "And you don't know me at all." He snapped, then stormed off down the hallway. If any other person would have done this to me, I would have been upset. But this is Will. He thinks anyone knowing anything about him is bad, that caring about people is bad and that showing any emotion is bad. Because of his curse.

"See Will," I whisper to no one in particular. "I do know you." I shake my head and go back into my room. I flop down on the large, soft bed, suddenly feeling like crying tears of joy, frustration and exhaustion. A thousand thoughts flood through my head. How am I going to get back to my family? I just met Will Herondale! What if I never get back? I just met Will Herondale! So, I do what I always do when I'm upset or confused. I pull out my phone and stick my earphones in my ears, putting my music on shuffle. I close my eyes as How To Save A Life by The Fray fills my head:

Step one, you say, "We need to talk."
He walks, you say, "Sit down. It's just a talk."
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Let him know that you know best
'Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defence
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
Pray to God, he hears you
And I pray to God, he hears you

And where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

How to save a life

How to save a life

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life

How to save a life

When the song ends, I feel calmer and realize just how tired I am. I crawl under the puffy, soft comforter and close my eyes. I fall asleep the minute I hit the pillow, my sorrow and frustration forgotten.