[ He's seen New York in Clary's artwork, but he never expected to step one foot in her world, let alone her home city.
Not that he has any idea where he is at first. His last memory is kissing Clary goodnight, walking back to his apartment and never actually making it there, everything going black. When he's conscious again, he's on the streets of New York, literally on the ground, awoken by a thief trying to rifle through his pockets. Shoving the stranger off him, the thief runs away as soon as he realizes the person he's trying to rob is awake (and could kick his ass).
Picking himself up, he knows for sure he isn't in Erku anymore. And it's definitely not home. He tries asking someone where he is and they give him the name of the street as though he's a tourist. When he asks for the exact location, as in the name of the city or planet, they accuse him of being on drugs (maybe he is, it would explain a lot). But he eventually figures out it's New York from a television screen he passes in a shop window reporting the news. Why was he here? Was this even real?
More importantly, was Clary here? How could he find her if she was?
The city sure is crowded. He's never been surrounded by so many people in his life, going about their daily lives while Bellamy comes to grips with his new home, unsure how temporary or permanent it might be. He doesn't have a destination in his mind, too overwhelmed by his surroundings to have a plan - he just keeps walking. Keeps passing faces, hoping one of them might be Clary...
Hundreds of faces but not one of them her.
He finally spots a sign leading to somewhere he actually recognizes, even if he's never been there before. And that's how he ends up in Central Park. He doubts being in the park will help him find Clary, but it gives him a moment to catch his breath, to come up with a plan of action away from the crowds.
Somehow he manages to roughly find the area he thinks Clary sketched from, taking in the scenery. He feels connected to her in some way by standing in the spot she probably sat with her sketchpad, listening to music. It makes him feel at peace and gives him the hope he needs right now. ]
( welcome to new york 🗽)
Not that he has any idea where he is at first. His last memory is kissing Clary goodnight, walking back to his apartment and never actually making it there, everything going black. When he's conscious again, he's on the streets of New York, literally on the ground, awoken by a thief trying to rifle through his pockets. Shoving the stranger off him, the thief runs away as soon as he realizes the person he's trying to rob is awake (and could kick his ass).
Picking himself up, he knows for sure he isn't in Erku anymore. And it's definitely not home. He tries asking someone where he is and they give him the name of the street as though he's a tourist. When he asks for the exact location, as in the name of the city or planet, they accuse him of being on drugs (maybe he is, it would explain a lot). But he eventually figures out it's New York from a television screen he passes in a shop window reporting the news. Why was he here? Was this even real?
More importantly, was Clary here? How could he find her if she was?
The city sure is crowded. He's never been surrounded by so many people in his life, going about their daily lives while Bellamy comes to grips with his new home, unsure how temporary or permanent it might be. He doesn't have a destination in his mind, too overwhelmed by his surroundings to have a plan - he just keeps walking. Keeps passing faces, hoping one of them might be Clary...
Hundreds of faces but not one of them her.
He finally spots a sign leading to somewhere he actually recognizes, even if he's never been there before. And that's how he ends up in Central Park. He doubts being in the park will help him find Clary, but it gives him a moment to catch his breath, to come up with a plan of action away from the crowds.
Somehow he manages to roughly find the area he thinks Clary sketched from, taking in the scenery. He feels connected to her in some way by standing in the spot she probably sat with her sketchpad, listening to music. It makes him feel at peace and gives him the hope he needs right now. ]