Chapter 1: The First Night

Meredith couldn't sleep and her husband was asleep. He had to be up early for work, so intimacy was out of the question. James refused to be intimate the night before work. Intimacy was pushed to the weekends when James was off.

So, anyway, Meredith couldn't sleep and found herself on the balcony when she thought she saw a ghost—but not just any ghost—the ghost of Elvis Presley!

Meredith decided to go back to bed because she obviously thought she needed sleep if she was "seeing Elvis"! The King was dead! Everybody knew that!

But as Meredith was about to head inside to hit the sheets, Elvis called out to her, "Meredith!"

Meredith turned around at the sound of her name.

No one was there.

Again, the voice said, "Meredith!"

Thinking she was going crazy, she turned to head inside, and she felt someone grab her arm, preventing her from going inside the apartment, "Don't go!"

Meredith turned around and there he was—Elvis Presley in the flesh, or spirit, whatever you call it!

"Wh-wh-what do you want?" Meredith gulped.

"You!" Elvis said.

"Me?" Meredith said in disbelief.

"Yes. I need you to come with me." Elvis said as he whisked her away to an exotic beach.