I Shall See You On

Clary," He Whispered. There Was A Thump, And She Realized He Had Fallen To His Kees By The Side Of Her Bed. She Didn't Move, But Her Body Tightened. His Voice Was A Whisper. "clary, It's Me. It's Me.

Well, You'll Have To Wait Till Tomorrow. I'm Out Of Commission." (he Points To His Shirt) "look. Jammies.

Other People Have Shrubbery In Their Gardens. You Have A Bottomless Pit.

Pulvis Et Umbra Sumsu." ~ Horace, Odes ("we Are Dust And Shadows")

You Love Each Other – Anyone Can See That, Looking At You – That Kind Of Love That Can Burn Down The World Or Raise It Up In Glory.