"I love you until our last song is sung, until our last blood bleeds, until my last heart string snaps,.." -- One little cut on my finger is what he left, just a cut. And inside the little slit on my finger is his own bloody swilling around there. He sealed my skin with his own twisted mind, like a hymn carved beneath bone. And he did this because of her. Mary Van Hoff. All those years ago they vowed for eternity. But it didn't last eternally. So he decided to find her again. In a next life.