Nicolas, while on a short break from a Shoebox recording session, decides to give Priscilla a driving tour of Memphis.

"A pink Cadillac!" she squeals. "This entire trip has been, like, my greatest dream come true!"

Nicolas smiles knowingly. "Here's the chapel where Shoebox sometimes sing. They have an Elvis to marry people. We sing backup to him."

"Elvis sings the wedding? Wow, I want to get married here!"

"But who will you marry?"

Priscilla takes a moment to think. Then, with a mischievous sparkle in her eye, she says, "I'll marry you, Nicolas!" She looks away shyly and doesn't see his reaction, but she hears what he says next.

"Okay. Let's do it. Let's get married!"

"What!?" Priscilla feels happy, surprised, scared, thrilled, shocked, and frightened all at once. "You really want to get married?"

"Sure, why not?"

"But, what about Coli?"

"She's in Calypso Beach. She'll get over me."

"But... I'm not dressed to get married."

"They have a bridal boutique next to the chapel- see?" He points, and, indeed, there is a shop just bursting with wedding dresses (and other things) to the side of the chapel.

"Umm... okay. Can I borrow...?" She holds out her hand expectantly.

"Here, have my credit card."

"Hey, it's got Elvis on it!"

"Yeah... just don't spend too much. I'll see if I can rustle up some witnesses, okay?"

"Okay. I'll see you, then..." Priscilla feels a little confused, but she walks toward the boutique anyway.

An hour later, she walks out of the chapel, Mrs. Priscilla Aaron-Kofos.

"Just say, 'the bride wore a smile'!" comes the mysterious email. Marianna catches the reference to Linda McCartney, but can't understand why Priscilla has sent her that message from Graceland.

It's bad enough that she disappeared last week. Now, she's sending odd messages, with only a few clues as to her whereabouts. The first message, sent yesterday, read, "Having a great time meeting Elvii in Graceland! More tomorrow!" What an odd child, thinks Marianna.

Mari's finally contacted Dream, through exactly that- a dream. Rather, Dream contacted her...

The cautious voice interrupted Mari as she was drifting off to sleep. "Marianna! You know I don't really think he's in love with you, right?"

"Dream, are you trying to dump your clingy boyfriend on me?"

"No..." The elf looked miserable. "I just felt guilty for spending hardly any time with him, and I thought if I told him to go out with you, maybe he'd fall in love with you... he deserves better than me..."

"Okay, first off, I'm not any better than you. Second, love is sorta non-transferable... and you know, as much as he pissed me off right before he left, I still love Oskar more than life itself. I'll never ever have an intimate relationship like that again. I'd become a nun first!"

"So, you don't want Uly?"

"And he doesn't want me. He wants you."

"I don't want... I mean, he's a great friend, but..." Her face contorted.

"Say it, Dream. I can read your mind, but say it. Give your excuse." She stood, arms crossed, and jaw set.

"He's not my species!" Dream, or her dream-self, fell to the floor of Marianna's mind, sobbing.

"It's okay, Dream." She knelt down next to her friend. "Stop that crying. Think about what you just said. 'Not my species.' What species are you, Dream? You're a crossbreed!" Dream only sniffled in response. "Your mother was a dryad, your father was an elf- why can't you date a full human? I mean, you aren't even talking marriage, here!"

"But what if I stay with him, and we do? What if we do get married? I know I've always said species doesn't matter, but... I can't leave my elm... and would he want to leave that big house by the ocean? We're so different, and he's older than me, too... but I might live hundreds of years longer! It just can't work!"

"Oh, stop that! Why don't you two just cool it for a while? Spend more time together- as friends. Go out for coffee or something- water- after an orchestra rehearsal. But don't stay out too late, and no overnights. Be 'just friends' for a while, talk... in a month or two, let me know how it's going. Then I'll offer more advice." Marianna stretched and yawned. "And now, I tire of your juvenile complaints. I'm going to sleep for real now."

With that, and a self-satisfied smile, Mari proceeded to turn off her mind, relax, and float downstream...

Now she is wide-awake again, trying to run a bar, whilst her sister is trying to ruin business.

"Not really," says Daniela, "I'm simply trying to entertain the folks."

"Ja, whatever, Daniela. Get off the bar, s'il te plait..." Marianna pulls her hair into a higher, tighter ponytail and slings a bar towel around her neck. "Look, girly, get yer feet offa my bar this second, or I'll throw you and your platforms straight into the ladies' loo, and flush repeatedly!"

"Ack! Not my new shoes, Mari, look, they're silver!"

"The Prancin' Princess is wearin' silver instead o' gold?" Mari asks in a thick Scouse accent. "Bloody brat, get off o' there right now..."

Dani jumps as Marianna whips the towel from around her neck toward her sister's ankles. "You trying to kill me?"

"Oh, that's not my department, now is it, sister?"

"What are you saying?" Daniela narrows her eyes suspiciously.

"I'm not saying anything, and neither are you," she says quietly. The message is understood, by Daniela at least. There's no need to use Mari's psychic powers... sisters have a deeper understanding than that- it's called Blackmail.

Daniela, in an amazingly intelligent move, decides to rejoin the crowd on the dance floor. Rather, she decides to take over the dance floor, but that is her right as Dancin' Queen. Princess Coli has been under the disco ball in Dani's absence. "Keeping it warm for you," she says.

"Whatever. Look, Coli," Daniela says as she reclaims her space, "you are not happy-looking. You should be very very happy right now. First, you're next to me. Unhappy people might tarnish my image. So, cheer up or move out. Second, you've got those three little boys over there, drooling over you because you're a measly Princess. Sure, they should be drooling over a Queen, but I've got enough grown men drooling over me, so you can have those men-in-training. After all, I won't be here forever, so you're sort of a Queen-in-training. But don't get too cocky! I'm still the one and only Dancin' Queen... Now, get your mind off of that guy who is not even here, and have fun, and be happy- or, as my loverly sister says, I will throw you and your little platforms into the ladies' loo, and flush repeatedly!" And she breathes...

"Okay, I'll be happy," Coli grins. "Somehow, you have a way of cheering someone up, Daniela!"

"No kidding... keep smiling!"

"Dream... I'd ask how you knew to find me here, but, of course you would know." UPChuck smiles tentatively at the elf. She is walking quietly across the hangar floor, running her hands across the broken shells of Flies... remembering the war, the casualties, the doubles...

"We've been through a lot, haven't we?" she asks, trying to keep any emotion from showing.

"Yes... um... Dream, you already broke up with me. You don't have to be delicate, or whatever..."

"I'm making small talk. I... wanted to apologize for making false accusations... for saying maybe you and Mari belonged together. I know it wouldn't work..."

"Well, you don't have to say that!"

"Can't you make this easier on me?"

"Sorry. I'll be quiet. Go ahead." He looks expectantly at her across Fly-Seven.

"Now you're making me nervous... don't stare..." He drops his gaze to the control panel. "We haven't had an easy time of it. There's always something... usually my schedule... tearing us apart. But we've been growing closer since we got stranded in that other Universe."

"I know. I liked that."

"I know you did. But... I got to thinking about... things. Where is this relationship going?"

"I don't know. How am I supposed to know that? I can't see the future." In a flash of humorous inspiration, he quips, "Ask Dava!"

Dream smiles briefly, then returns her face to its former, disturbed countenance. "Uly, I don't want to sound racist... well, really it would be speciesist, but... I'm worried about what would happen if- if..." She trails off, blushing.

"I know what you're hinting at, but, really, it's not an issue. I just want to be around you! But, then again, I don't want to be just friends, either... I don't necessarily mean getting married... but... by the gods, Dream! Can't we just be going out?! Why do you have to bring up all this?"

"Well, someday, it's going to be a very real issue!"

"Why can't we cross that bridge when we come to it?"

"Because..." Dream twists her face up and stamps her foot. "I don't know! I don't know why anything matters!"

He moves quickly around the Fly, and gathers her into his arms. "None of it matters, none of it," he whispers into her hair. "All that matters is that we're here... and the future is something that not even Dava can see with any accuracy... we have to trust in the gods, in the Universe, and in ourselves..."

Sobs wrack her body as the stress and confusion of her entire life implode in her brain. For the first time in her life, Dream turns off the self-conscious, Universe-conscious part of her brain, ceases to use her psychic ability, and the weight of a million lifetimes in a thousand Universes is lifted from her. For the first time in her life, Dream thinks with only herself in mind... "Uly... will you... marry me?" she whispers.