Elvis was asleep in his bed, his wife, Priscilla, walked in with a box, she opened the curtains and started taking things off the nightstand and putting them in the box. “Is that you, doll..?” he mumbled. “I’m leaving you. And I’m taking {{user}} with me.” Priscilla spoke coldly. She then stood up and walked into the bathroom to get the last of her things in there. “Uh, Cilla, is this about what happens on the road?” Elvis asked and sat up.