"UPChuck!" Marianna looks exasperatedly around her living room, where Polly, Marina, and UPChuck are sprawled randomly, eating popcorn, and watching The Breakfast Club for what is possibly the hundredth time. "Are you contributing to the delinquency of minors again?"

"What do you mean, again?" he asks. "And this is hardly delinquency- if they weren't here, they'd probably be in your bar!"

"Don't tell me how to raise my daughter! Besides, she owns half of it, she's got a right to be there." Mari glances at the drink next to UPChuck. "And what exactly is that?" she asks with a raised eyebrow.

He follows her glance. "It's a drink. I don't know what it is, Polly made it for me," he shrugs.

Marianna sighs. It isn't shaping up to be an easy night. Dava is having odd visions again, Dream has disappeared not only from sight but from psychic reach, then Daniela has been causing trouble at the Club... things are normal, but that doesn't make them okay. "Pol, go to bed now. You've got Summer Theatre tomorrow, and so does Marina. You spending the night, hon?"

"Guess so, if it's okay with you." Marina doesn't look terribly unsure of herself; in fact, she is already headed upstairs, where she has her own bedroom next to Pollythene's.

"Okay, Uly, what's up?" Marianna sits down on the couch and stares relentlessly at her friend.

"Dream dumped me." He gazes dejectedly at the oriental rug beneath his feet.

"She what who what?" Marianna blinks repeatedly. "You mean, the same Dream that would never hurt anyone if she could help it, the Dream you've been in love with for at least fifteen years, that same Dream I've known since high school? The one that I'm damn sure loves you as much as you love her? Why on earth would she break up with you?"

"She thinks I'm in love with you."

Priscilla Aaron is standing at the gates of Graceland, gaping in awe. Everywhere she looks, the King is present. Other tourist-fans are milling about. Some, like she, are on their first trip. Others, the local police know by name.

"Mr. Pressley, you aren't going to try to scale the wall again this year, are you?" a cop asks a man in a white jumpsuit.

"No, sir!" grins Pressley. "I'm just going to take pictures from here!"

"Why don't I believe you, eh?" The cop wanders off, and Pressley turns to Priscilla.

"Hey, kid, haven't seen you around here before. You're a rookie, right?"

Priscilla looks wide-eyed at the stranger. She isn't sure whether she should talk to him, but it would be rude to ignore him.

"She's with me, Elias," says a familiar voice. "C'mon, 'Cilla, let's get you something to drink. You look dehydrated."

Priscilla spins around to find, of all people, Nicolas Kofos standing behind her. "Nic! What are you doing here?"

"Moonlighting as an Elvis impersonator while Shoebox is touring... actually, I'm daylighting, since most of our gigs are at night," he grins. "Let me show you the sights of Memphis. See you later, Elias!" he shouts over his shoulder to Pressley.

"That guy scares me," says Priscilla as they walk away.

"Oh, he's mostly harmless. Just likes Elvis a lot, tries to sneak into Graceland at night to sleep in the King's bed."

"Wow... has he ever made it?"

"Nope."

"Well, this is obviously some sort of April Fool's Day trick she's playing on us."

"Marianna, it's the middle of June," he says.

"I know that, UPChuck! That's what makes it so... hilarious..." she says. "Okay, it's a bad excuse."

"It's a really bad excuse."

"It's a terrible, awful excuse." She looks at her hands in her lap, then back at him. "But... you're not in love with me, right?"

"You look almost hopeful, like you want me to be in love with you."

"I'd like for anyone to be in love with me, and you know it. But I don't want it to be you. No offense."

"None taken, I think." He frowns. "What I really want to know, is, where did she get that idea... why would I be in love with you? No offense."

"None taken, I think." She frowns. "You ever get that deja vu feeling?" He shakes his head- no. "Anyway... Dream is psychic. I'm sure that whether you're aware of it or not, she spends a lot of time in your head. You might have thought, 'wow, Mari looks great in that t-shirt!' and she took it completely wrong, out of context... you have to understand," she says. "I find the entire situation flattering! That someone might pick me over thin, blonde, blue-eyed Dream... I mean, someone who isn't drunk, desparate, or forced by a matchmaker..."

"You're not that bad! And I'm sure that's all it was, a misinterpreted compliment." He looks relieved.

"Yeah... y'know, I wish you'd give me compliments out loud, sometimes." She looks wistfully out the window.

"Oh. Sorry that. Didn't know it mattered so much. I thought you knew how perfect you are," he grins.

She rolls her eyes. "I do, silly. But I need to know other people know!"

"All right, then, I'll remember to tell you..." Then he remembers why he is there. "So, what am I going to do about Dream?"

"Absolutely nothing."

"What?"

"I can't find her, and I'm just as psychic as she is. If she wants to talk to you, she'll show up. Besides, I'd like to talk to her first."

"Okay." He yawned.

"Go home, get some sleep."

"Can't I stay here?"

"Are you kidding?! Go, sleep. I'll call you in the morning if I see her."

"Hurt by the two most important women in my life on the same night," he sniffed.

"Your stalking object and your mother," she said dryly. "Now, listen to Mummy and hie thee away to bed!"

"Yes, Mummy."

"Oh, come off it, Coli. You don't really miss him. Boys are meant to be thrown away, anyway." Daniela tosses back the last of a Bahama Mama, her fifth tonight. Across from her in the Queen's Booth, Dancin' Princess Coli mopes. Ever since Nicolas Kofos left for Nashville with the rest of Shoebox, she's been in a funk. The lack of her usual perkiness is making the sound of Boxoffice suffer, and Dani is peeved.

"I miss him! I want him to come back. That night when he was here for your sister's birthday party wasn't enough, I want him back here for good."

"Quit whining. All you did with him that night was stand next to him while we sang Happy Birthday. And he bought you a drink and you talked while Marianna was singing with the Trenchcoats for that one song." She beckons to Neil. "Whereas Neil and I... well, you know what kind of relationship we have." Neil brings Daniela another drink, and sits down next to her.

"Fifteen minute break. I don't know what happened to Priscilla, she just disappeared yesterday. Figures we'd lose our only capable waitress."

"Hey, I resent that!" says Coli.

"More like you represent it," retorts Daniela. "You're supposed to be working, and you've been moping at my booth all night. Get out of here and work, girl. Get your mind off that hottie loser!"

"Are you attracted to my Nic? Is that why you want me to forget about him?"

"Of course I'm attracted to him, he's going to be rich, isn't he? But I don't want someone who's not here!"

"I hope not," says Neil. He tries to slip an arm around Daniela, but she's too busy ducking a punch from Coli.

"Hey! You trying to beat me up, girly-girl?" Daniela knocks Neil to the ground sliding out of the booth, and towers over Coli in her platform sneakers. "I don't think so! Shoo!"

Coli hesitates for a moment, then gives in. She slinks to the kitchen and comes out a moment later in her apron. "What tables should I take, Neil?"

"Front corner," he says. Then to Daniela, he whispers, "Toughest tables in the house. Slacker deserves it."

"You bet she does. Gimme a kiss," she says. He obliges, then walks back to the bar. "Huh... guess I'll dance, since there's no one to talk to." She strides out to the dance floor, and proceeds to take over the center, just beneath the disco ball. She'll deal with Coli's little problems later.

"So, what do you think?"

"The service is awful, but the entertainment is great!" Priscilla says enthusiastically. Forty-seven Elvises dance across stage, while three more croon to the audience. "An Elvis from every state- what could be more perfect?"

"The real thing?" asks Nicolas.

"Well, yeah... but this is cool, too. Are we ever going to get a waitress tonight?"

"Hi, I'm Lisa Marie, I'll be your server tonight. Our specials tonight are fried peanut-butter and banana sandwiches, and Priscilla's Bouffant, a chocolate angel-food bundt cake with peanut-butter icing. All drinks tonight are paid for by Texas Elvis." The large man winked at Priscilla from the stage.

"I'll have a sandwich and a glass of water, please," Priscilla says to the bored-looking waitress.

"Texas Elvis seems to have that effect," she says to no-one in particular. "And for you, sir?" she asks Nic.

"I'll try that Bouffant, and a glass of water for me, too," he says. "Wait'll you see my show tomorrow night," he tells Priscilla. "I'm the best Elvis impersonator there is!"

"I'm sure you are," she replies, "and I can't wait to see... where's the rest of Shoebox, though?"

"Oh, Jens is dating his Ego now, nice girl but very controlling. Natan spends all his time reading about the Titanic and writing letters to Cera. Esteban... well, Esteban just disappears sometimes. We don't know what he does on nights off."

"Jens is dating his ego?"

"You have to capitalize it... it's her name. Ego. That blonde chick he was hanging out with the past few months at Club Calypso."

"Oh, her..." Priscilla looks around the bar she is in, taking in the very Elvis-ness of it all. "Hey, isn't that her over there?"

"So it is, and she's not with Jens, either. He must be asleep. That's the only time she leaves him alone. Isn't that other girl..." He frowns.

"Do you know her?" Priscilla asks.

"I think so... but I haven't seen her in years! I wonder why she's here now..."