If things get real for me down here,

Promise to take me to before you went away,

If only for a day.

If things get real for me down here,

Promise to take me back to the tune we played

Before you went away

"What are you doing Peej? Where are you taking me?" Jo asked, with a hint of excitement in her voice, just like a child on Christmas morning as he put a blindfold around her eyes. She got of the bed and tried to get it off her face, but PJ grabbed her hands and put them around her back, and told her to leave them there. Then he kissed her on the neck, and swept away her curly blonde locks off her face, as they were falling down on it, and tied them up in a ponytail.

"I'll tell you in a second" he answered her question, avoiding telling her the truth, "But first…" he trailed off. Then he swept her off her feet and carried her out to his car, where he opened the door and placed her carefully on the front seat, as if she was made out of gold. He walked around to the other side and got in the car, but all Jo could hear was the slamming of car doors.

"PJ, what are you doing? She insisted. Jo needed to know what was going on, she hated not knowing, because she was a control freak.

"Do you trust me?" the handsome detective asked, with a slight cheeky grin on his face. Jo knew it was a rhetorical question, and so did PJ, but she answered anyway.

"Of course I do" she said, feeling love sweep into her heart, and warmth fill her body, like a warm newly risen sun shining over the dewy ground on a winters morning.

"OK" PJ said. Then he started the car, and drove out of the driveway and onto the road.

And if I listen to,

The Sound Of White,

Sometimes I hear your smile,

And breathe your light,

Yeah, if I listen to the Sound Of White…

Jo got up, and like a robot, walked straight out the door, without any thought about what she was doing. She walked aimlessly around Mount Thomas, as if in a drunken stupor, not even knowing where she was going, or what he was going to do when she got there. All she knew was that if she walked, the pain that was weighing her down might lift itself from her body, and she could feel free again.

People stared at her, probably because she was wearing blood-stained clothes, and walking around looking as if she had just killed someone, but she didn't care.

The residents of Mount Thomas just stared at their Senior Constable, walking about, but no one was game enough to go up to her and talk to her.

She eventually decided where she could go, and she went to the only place it seemed logical to go to. But logic failed her, once again. Logic always seemed to fail her.

As she walked in, she felt all the memories rushing back, and deciding that she would rather not feel at all, left again.