Clary remembered that confusion from a month before. It hadn't gotten much better except that she was slowly remembering the things around her. She felt bad for Isabelle, even knowing that she could do nothing to help. There was something there, something that Clary didn't remember, but she felt a sharp feeling twang in her chest. It wasn't a feeling she could identify but she was sure that Izzy was its source.

"Izzy." She smiled and continued. "I'm Clary Fray."

She glanced around, decided that she had time and settled into the conversation. For whatever reason she wanted to linger and talk to Izzy.

"A lot of accidents happen here. I can't say why but its how things are. It's a nice town and your memories should return with time. Well, we aren't supposed to talk about it." Clary glanced around looking uncertain. "I'm heading to work. It's at the shelter, want to walk with me? We can talk." Plus they can play with kittens when she got to work.

Clary didn't feel safe talking about things on the street.