Hm. Well, someone could break in the cabin and Jace tries to be all protective and stuff but ends up with a bullet or dagger to his heart or something like that... *shrugs*
Jace
I smile in my sleep and take a deep breath.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
That's how we should measure our lives. Not in distance traveled, or time passed, or worlds conquered, but in moments... and the rush of joy—of grace—that exists within them. — Megatron (Lost Light, by Roberts, Lawrence, Lafuente)
