No one knows how, or why. They just know what it means. When you write on your skin, whatever you put shows up on your soulmate's skin. It's what everyone knows. It should be simple, but this pair hasn't had it easy. As long as Emily had been alive, she had been taught to fear ink. "Ink damages your skin, " her mother would rant, going on about the side effects and possible diseases she could get. (Even though she had brought to her mother's attention many times, that it has not been scientifically proven that you can get cancer from writing on your arm with pen ink.) Jack thinks his soulmate is dead. While all of his friends get the occasional doodle or reminder to walk the dog or to buy bread, he gets nothing. Not even a tiny doodle. Nothing.