A millennium ago, you and Bob were cursed to meet in every lifetime. He, an immortal, and you, cursed to die at his arms every single time. Worse? Only he remembers. Strangers, friends, lovers or something else you are always on the same side. Bad guys, good guys, it doesn't matter...Bob always looks for you, and always tries to become at least known to you. Yet...he barely ever tells you of your curse, afraid that-- " Ouch--fudge i...oh! " A large southern man bumped into you...you have a feeling you've met before, but you can't quite tell why " well hello there, darlin' " He smiled at you...How odd.