He looked at her inquisitvely, and opened his mouth.

At home Veronica's uncle had just waken up, he was not in a good mood having had so much to drink last night, being threatened by a lethal madman, and then rescued by his neice. He rolled over in bed and looked at his late wife and frowned.

"Jeni, my darling.."

He remembered when it was their tenth anniversary. His brother, his wife, and their child Veronica was there to celebrate. They had just entered the dance floor when she looked up at him and whispered, "Darling, I love you as much as the first day I saw you. You will never grow old, or die. You shall always stay as you are for me, and I truly love you my love."

They smiled and kissed.

Later would he find out that she was murdered. His brother soon after that was killed at Mason Verger's home. Lecter. That name would forever haunt him as the man that murdered his beloved brother. Left his pregnant wife with the burden of raising their children, but alas no. She died soon after him. The doctors told him of a blood clot, but he knew it was because she loved her husband. He wished that he could die too every second of every day. He loved and missed his wife so much. Just looking at his neice he could see that she was growing up too fast, and was just as beautiful as his wife was. Painfully reminders of the dead was what she was to him.

He got up from bed and head the ringing of the phone.