dont give up all hope , my dear , you hear me ? i slam the bedroom door behind us and fall onto the bed with her , holding myself above her . 'cause there 's a whole lot more coming . '' there were three brightly painted stones , a feather , and what looked like two locks of hair ; one black and one red . the eyes had long since rotted away , leaving two empty black-filled holes . after the last of the champagne washes down my throat , i signal a waiter for something stronger . 