"You ever wondered why everyone listens to music?" Donna asked as Harvey paused looking through music albums.

"Music can change the world because it can change people." Harvey replied casually.

"John Lennon say that?" Donna asked flicking through various albums.

"Bono." Harvey replied.

"I always thought it had to do with expressing things we can't say." Donna replied finding a record.

"I know but times have changed now." Harvey said.

"Changed how?" Donna asked looking up.

"I guess we're just a bunch of sad teenagers who hope that putting our headphones in won't make us feel alone." Harvey commented as Donna nodded her head.

"I guess you're right. I've always been a fan of vinyl records." Donna said smiling to herself. "When the music industry said that vinyl was dead I had to find every song I love on vinyl because I didn't want them to disappear. That warm feeling and crisp sound you get can't be downloaded and vinyl smells a lot better than a mp3 download."

"It's the same with me too I guess from for me it's not about the songs. It's about the small details. The hisses, cracks and pops gives it an authentic sound I guess and it gives it texture. That's why I don't rely a lot on mp3's. It's like comparing an e-mail to a hand written letter." Harvey said looking away from the records and focusing on her.

"Is that a listening booth over there?" Donna asked looking around.

"Yes, I think so." Harvey said as he turned his back. "There's one over there by the counter."

Donna eventually finds an album and holds it up to him.

"You like Huey Lewis and The News?" Donna asked giggling as Harvey smirked.

"They're ok." Harvey replied.

"Their early work was a little too new wave for my tastes, but when Sports came out in '83, I think they really came into their own, commercially and artistically. The whole album has a clear, crisp sound, and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a big boost. He's been compared to Elvis Costello, but I think Huey has a far more bitter, cynical sense of humor. In '87, Huey released this, Fore, their most accomplished album. I think their undisputed masterpiece is "Hip to be Square", a song so catchy, most people probably don't listen to the lyrics. But they should, because it's not just about the pleasures of conformity, and the importance of trends, it's also a personal statement about the band itself." Donna said smirking.

"Now you're not allowed to kill me with an axe." Harvey said as Donna pouted putting the record away.

"But why?"

"Because you don't have a raincoat, copies of the style section all over the place…or an axe." Harvey pointed out as Donna picked out another record.

"But I do have a record from Queen." Donna said as Harvey rolled his eyes.

"You know I don't own any records from Queen?" Harvey asked as Donna gasped.

"Okay, that's it. You're friendzoned. Officially." Donna said pretending to draw a circle around his body. "You're not allowed to escape this zone. And you know what they say about the friendzone right? It's third biggest population in the world and they've just added another person."

"All because I don't own any record from Queen?" Harvey asked tapping his hands against mid air and pretending to be a mime stuck inside a box.

"You don't understand! Bohemian Rhapsody is 40 years old! It has no chorus, it's six minutes long and written entirely by Freddy Mercury. All three of them things are rare considering most people's attention spans have decreased because of the rise of social media and musicians hire other people to write their own lyrics. And I think when Freddie died, there was there sadness among everyone that I didn't see matched until Michael Jackson died." Donna saidas Harvey smiled.

"Now I have to buy that album. Let's say we go to the sound booth and listen to it then." Harvey said as Donna shook her head walking towards the sound booth.

They walk over to the booth and enter. She takes the album out and puts it on the turntable. As the music starts they both kind of lean against opposite walls in the small glass booth and concentrate on the song.

Love of my life, you've hurt me,

You've broken my heart and now you leave me.

Love of my life can't you see,

Bring it back, bring it back,

Don't take it away from me because you don't know what it means to me.

Love of my life, don't leave me,

You've taken my love, you now desert me,

You've stolen my love, you now desert me,

Love of my life, can't you see?

Bring it back, bring it back,

Don't take it away from me because you don't know what it means to me.

You will remember

When this is blown over

And everything's all by the way

When I grow older

I will be there at your side to remind you how I still love you, I still love you.

They glance subtly up at each other but usually not when the other is looking. The song makes both of them a little nervous as it brings out a shyness about the uncertainty of their relationship at that point.


They slowly walk down the steps toward the small cemetery with their hands in their pockets.

"What do you think of death anyway?" Harvey asked looking down at Donna who placed her hands inside her trench coat.

"I think we're sorta living in a dream. I have this weird theory about it, I shouldn't even talk about it." Donna said smacking the suggestion away.

"Don't be afraid of what I'll think because if you do that then you'll lie, it's inevitable that people lie when they're afraid but what they don't realise is that everytime they tell a lie that thing they fear grows stronger.. " Harvey said as Donna shook her head and then sighed.

"There's a reason that this idea of mine always appears in stories and movies. The idea is perennial: we're actors on a stage, and the real us is somewhere else, in this world we are just a projection, an incarnation of a part of us. We incarnate on Earth to learn in this limited and difficult environment where we've forgotten our true nature. In between lives, we return to a kind of "heaven" where we debrief, see our old friends, and plan the next life. Many people who've had "near death experiences" say that their experience felt "more real" than this life and they understood things from a perspective that is not possible walking around on Earth. We have work to do here, but this is not our whole story." Donna said looking up at Harvey who looked impressed.

"I didn't think you'd be able to think that deep." Harvey said smiling as they carried on walking past the tombstones.

"You shouldn't think that based on the time we've spent together. Don't underestimate me." Donna said looking at hi. "Do you have something weird to say about death?"

"I do." Harvey said nodding his head. "I believe that when we die, we don't actually wake up. I just don't believe we're living a dream within a dream. You see in eternity, where there is no time, nothing can grow because it's not bound by something that doesn't exist. Nothing can become. Nothing changes. So death created time to grow the things that it would kill and you are reborn but into the same life you've always been born into." Harvey said as Donna nodded her head.

"I didn't know a law student could think like that too." Donna said complimenting him as she stopped at one of the graves.

"It's like you said before. Don't underestimate me." Harvey replied smiling. "What'd you staring at?"

"There's a tombstone with no name on there." Donna said smiling to herself.

"I don't understand why you'd be happy about that." Harvey asked looking at her face.

"I'm not happy because they're dead. But because no one has to come visit their grave and feel sad because maybe they're smiling wherever they are." Donna said tilting her head as they carried on walking.

"You're a Christian, right?" Harvey asked rubbing his hands.

"I guess I am." Donna said tilting her head.

"Why the doubt?" Harvey asked.

"It's because most people who follow a religion are bought up with parents who were raised in that religion. It's like I don't have a choice to be in this religion and-"

"But you don't have to be a Christian if you don't want too." Harvey said as Donna nodded her head.

"That's true, but I guess most people who are Christian aren't really Christian because they don't go to church, they drink wine when it's prohibited and I don't understand why Christians don't follow Jesus's example with things like keeping a beard when they know what he looks like." Donna commented as Harvey stopped.

"You don't have to keep a beard just to be a good Christian." Harvey said.

"That's another thing I don't understand. These priests, we call them holy when some of them have been caught as child molesters-"

"Wow this conversation is going somewhere where I thought it wouldn't. Not all of them are." Harvey said shaking his head.

"Okay, maybe you're right. I'm sorry." Donna said laughing at herself. "I watched Spotlight before I got here and started to get paranoid a little. But okay there's a minority of Christian priests that molested children in Boston and worldwide but how can you call them holy when they're just doing what God told them in a book that's been changed through translation meaning the message and words are no longer worthy of being followed because it's been diluted. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I like how religion gives us a set of rules to abide by. But if the only thing keeping a person decent is some expectation of divine reward, that person is a piece of shit."

Donna paused for a moment as Harvey tried to take in all of her words.

"I'm sorry Harvey, I ruined the mood didn't I?" Donna asked shaking her head. "I'm such an idiot sometimes."

"You didn't ruin anything." Harvey said looking at her and smiling as Donna looked into his eyes.

"Didn't I?" Donna whispered as they just stared at each other.

"No." Harvey whispered back.


A few hours later they found themselves in a huge old Ferris wheel in an amusement park. They have a large box to themselves and walk around in it looking at the various views.

"When I'm up above everyone like this, I always think like the entire human race is this body, and we're all cells in the body. It's an amazing, exquisite mess, no?"

"Yeah... I want to change the subject for a second. This could be an important moment." Harvey said as Donna turned to face him looking confused.

"What is it?" Donna asked.

"I don't know if you noticed, but we're alone in this car." Harvey said pointing to himself and her. "The sun is going down...Before the night is over...and I just need to know..."

"Need to know what?" Donna asked.

"It's just right now; right down to the minute, right down to the second I can feel my every breath unfold. And I need to know if we're going to kiss." Harvey said as Donna felt herself freeze for a moment.

"Maybe." Donna replied timidly.

"Maybe?" Harvey asked.

"Probably." Donna said.

"Probably. If that's the case then I want to jump in time to the moment when we'd naturally do that. It's just I'm looking at the great sunset, the Ferris wheel, Paris..."

Donna moved over to him and placed her arms around his neck as he stared down into her eyes.

"How come every time you want me to do something, you start talking about time travel?" Donna asked smirking.

Before Harvey could argue, she leaned forward to kiss him. It was gentle at first, but when her lips parted, he deepened their kiss. She felt his tongue slip into her mouth, and when she did the same, he let out a soft groan. A hand was sliding up her knee, gently gripping her thigh. His kiss was full of passion, and she felt overwhelmed by it. He sucked on her bottom lip and bit softly, causing her to release a breathless moan.

She slipped her hand into his hair, tugging on the soft strands. His other hand slipped behind her, rubbing up and down her back causing the hair to rise on the back of her neck. He broke their kiss and picked her up slowly guiding Donna legs around his waist with her arms still around his neck. Wetness gathered between her thighs as she scooted closer to him, and leaned in to resume their heated kiss. Her temperature rose as she felt her soft thighs pressed against the hard muscles of his thighs. Both of his hands reached around to squeeze her ass, and she let out a soft sigh into his mouth. Donna wrapped her arms tighter around his neck as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. Something hard prodded against her inner thigh, and she found herself shocked yet pleased that she was having this effect on him.

She broke the kiss, and panted. "Harvey, my room, after this comes down….now."

He made a trail of soft kisses down her neck as she felt her breathing heavily against the back of her neck. His hands slowly reached over her arm and gently trailedup and down her bare arm as Donna bit her lip. "You know things will never be the same between us if we do this, right?"

"I know," she replied.


His fingers trailed up over her shoulder and to her jaw. He could feel her pulse racing under his fingertips.

Her hand lightly trailed over his chest. She stretched up to look at her alarm clock and Harvey's hand fell from her jaw and glided over the side of her breast. She came back down and his hand stayed in the same spot.

Her hand trailed back down his stomach and her fingers teased him along the waistband of his boxers, running back and forth, barely poking inside.

Harvey's hand ran up the curve of her side and his fingers brushed against the side of her bosom. Donna's hand slipped further inside his boxers, tickling his flesh through his trimmed pubic hair.

His cock responded to her touch, tenting in his boxers under the blanket. Her fingertips brushed the base of his erection as she massaged his pelvis. "When did you realise you wanted to fuck me?"

"I couldn't possibly tell you when." Harvey said. He wanted her hand to wrap around his hard flesh already, but enjoyed her teases.

"But I want to know. Please tell me when." Donna pleaded raising a brow. Her full lips pursed into a beautiful pout. Her fingertip made half circles around the base of his organ.

"Then I'm not telling you then," he said in a soft moan. Her gentle touch sent shivers down his spine.

"Well, if you don't tell me, I'm not going to wrap my hand around your cock," she teased him. "I'm sure there had to be one time made you give in and touch yourself." Her fingertip stroked up and down his shaft.

"Oh god, Donna, you're so naughty. When you first came to me on the train. I wanted to touch myself the whole time after we spoke in your room, but gave in halfway." Harvey whispered.

Donna's hand left his member for just a moment to pull his boxers down. Her palm promptly returned and wrapped around his aching cock, loosely.

"Tell me why," she purred as she began pulling him lightly.

Harvey groaned, grinding his teeth together. He pulled the comforter back. He needed to see her hand on him.

"You're evil, you know that right?" he asked when was finally able to speak.

Donna giggled and nuzzled her nose against his cheek. Her wrist turned side to side and her loose fist worked up and down his thick tool.

She whispered, "I know I am. But, I want to hear why. I'm already wet and it's going to make me even slicker if you tell me what you liked."

Harvey let out a muffled moan again. Her filthy whispers made him ache. She squeezed around the base of his cock, making his bulbous head flare. "You looked and sexy at the same time. I wanted so badly to see your gorgeous breasts."

Donna smiled. She brought her hand up to her mouth and spit into it, and then returned it to his rigid organ. She smeared her saliva into his flesh as she stroked him a shade firmer.

"What else?" she whispered.

Donna lifted one leg over his and her thigh settled near his balls. Harvey could feel the warmth of her sex through her panties as she rubbed her pussy softly against him.

"I could see every curve of your amazing body. Your lower back and up over your ass," he said, and then mashed his teeth together again, stifling a heavy groan.

"Thank you for telling me," she muttered kissing his cheek. "Now fuck me Harvey!"