An old myth. Something teases at the edge of his memory, and he wonders if something he can remember will help. He stares at the laptop, chasing the thought, but it is elusive.

Sighing, he reads the myth, and frowns. Sitting back he shoves his hair back out of his face. "There must be more to this." He says. Pulling up Google, he puts in "soul mate tattoos".

He gets thousands of results. The first one is an Eastern European myth that says that tattoos bind the pair together, even across time. Well. That would make sense, but it's on a less than reliable site. He wants actual proof.

"I don't suppose you know anyone who specializes in myths." He says, dryly.