At least misery loved company. Sam was reasonably sure that no one actually liked their little clown rodeo. She gave Clary a slight grimace of commiseration. She wasn't much of a people-person, but even she could get just how unhappy Clary was. It wasn't hard. Sam was equally--if not more--unhappy.

But it wasn't a contest.

Besides, no one would win that contest anyway. They'd all just lose together.

"Maybe," she said.

But she'd give anything to have Avery right now. Somehow, she felt sure he would have already solved this place.