[Clary exhales when the shadows are chased away by his light.] Thanks. [She doesn't care where the hell the light is from, as long as it's fighting against the creepy feeling that's crawling uncomfortably up her spine.]

I don't know if they are. Ever hear those stories, like ones about ginger bread houses? Maybe it's just to lure us in. [Clary shivers. Yeah, her mind is still in creepy places.]

Or maybe it's a bird. I can give you a lot of maybes.