A/N: Got this idea while sitting at the computer. I'm still playing around with ideas in my head, especially in regard as to whether or not for Tess to talk about the Shadowhunters and what she really is. For now, enjoy and thank you!

Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare owns The Infernal Devices, but I do own Diane Holloway.

Dear Diane,

Remember I told you I would get around to writing? There, I haven't forgotten that promise. Of course, you won't be receiving this letter for quite some time, so maybe you have thought that I forgot. But rest assured, Diane, I did not. It's been more chaotic than you could ever imagine ever since I came to Europe.

I very nearly lost my head on my first night on the Main. The cabin roof was very low, you see. In the middle of the night the ship was tossed about some and I woke up. Hit my head right on the roof. Then when I went to the deck that morning, I forgot to bend over to get through the door frame and walked into that as well. I had a great huge welt on my head for a while thereafter.

London is so dreary! Oh, if only you were here, perhaps then I could enjoy it a little better. It rains all the time. I don't think I've seen one patch of sunlight since I got here. It is most depressing. The sky is always gray, too. Nary a single speck of blue. Do you recall when we were sweeping out my Aunt Harriet's fireplace and spilled the little box of cinders everywhere? That's what color the sky looks like.

Give my kindest regards to your mother, father, and kiss little Abby on the cheek for me also. I am ever

Your faithful friend,

Tessa Gray