"It is in a way," she said, carrying on with her writing. If it had been too private by now she probably would have shut the pad. Not out of rudeness, but just for her own privacy. "You know, you do intrigue me slightly."

"You know I don't find myself intriguing and I believe you should burn whatever your writing there." he told her pointing at the pad as she kept on as she was. "I don't think you observing me would really do you much good nor do I think you've seen me as others do. So your writings are mostly lies in somebody's view."

"I said in a way. There would also be little point in my burning it, and it will add to the already polluted atmosphere. I wouldn't want to do that. I don't see you the way others do. Nor do I see anyone the way others see them. I see them my way. And therefore I don't really care what others think of them."

"Aren't we quiet the critic." he told her thinking of her as a bit feisty and strong willed in her blunt answer. "If you tear the paper and recycle it then your not polluting. Your notes on me or destroyed the ozone layer thanks you and the world moves on." he told her point blankly reaching out for it little by little.

"Ah indeed. But you said burn them. And ripping them up is such a pain. No, I think I'll keep hold of them thanks."

"Then how about I rip it up for you and then we can recycle them?" he asked still moving closer inch by inch to take the notes away.

"I don't think so." she said with a smile. "You don't get away that easily." She moved her hand back slightly as he got close to taking the notes. "And you know, if you take them now, I'll just re-write them when I get home."

"I think everyone she have a fair enough chance to get away so it's fair." he replied pouting a bit. "Oh come on. It's not like I have a record on you or anything." he told her politely.

"Well, you'll live." she said jokingly. She began walking slowly but purposefully to a grave on the across from where they were. Before she knew it, she was in front of the grave.

"Someone you know?" he asked noting her pecuilar behavior.

"Not this one." she said. "It just looks very similiar to another of its kind, far away in England."

M walked over to the graveyard and examined it thoroughly everything down to the type of rock used which seemed be a glass like marble. As he started at it he saw his reflection staring back. "You know they say everyone has an identical twin in the world. It's sort of like laughing at genetics when you think about it, may be some where another you and me are probably having this same conversation." he told her this feeling a graveyard was a sacred place where even the dead could take appreciation in some sort of conversation.

"Yes, who knows what they are doing right now? They could even be around the corner. We would never know. When you think of things like that, life really is amazing, isn't it? It's bad sometimes, but as they say, you can't have a rainbow without any rain. Nothing in life stays the same, they told me. I didn't believe them." she smiled wryly. "I think I do now. You just have to let the bad things fly by. But it's hard sometimes." She looked down at her feet.

"I can't completely agree with you on that statment ma'am, I think I find more appreciation in life when nothing to horrible or to good is happening. I mean have you ever wondered right now who's tombstone your looking at." he replied pointing to it so she would read the name. "In truth nobody or anything can be appreciated in the same way another person may do so. You told me that just awhile ago remember?" he asked grinning at the thought of turning her words against her in a sense.

"Yes, I look at things from a different point of view than most. My own beliefs in life are pretty small, but i am constantly surrounded by people who enjoy life to the full. You can't help but wonder why."