Cosette Meets Elvis
Cosette was walking around the grounds of her New York mansion one May evening when she came upon a strange door. Immediately curious, she tried to open it only to find it was locked. She shrugged and easily opened it using her magical powers. She then walked into what she saw was a house. She continued to walk along the hallway. She wondered who lived here and how their house was so close to hers all of a sudden. She also wished she could find a light switch because this house was very dark, even with her night vision. Suddenly, she heard a television. She followed the sound as the person watching changed channels rapidly. Then, as she was walking, she jumped as she heard a gunshot. She ran, hoping nobody was hurt. Relief flowed through her when she finally reached the room and saw that it was only the TV that had been shot. She quickly hid in the shadows to avoid being seen as the man holstered his gun and stood up. “Who’s there?” he asked, making Cosette curse inside. She knew he had heard her footsteps. The man frowned and said, “Stop fucking with me. I know somebody’s there. Now come on out before I get pissed.” Cosette sighed, seeing no way out of this. She stepped into the room and said, “Hi. My name is Cosette.” She smiled awkwardly, trying to placate him. He asked, “How did you get into my house, Cosette?” She lied, “I picked the lock. I saw your house and was curious. Then I heard the television and followed the sound to you.” The man sighed and said, “Don’t you know better than to break into people’s homes? What are you, sixteen?” Cosette lied, “I’m fourteen. And I was curious.” The man said, “Curiosity killed the cat. Where are your parents? They need to know where you are. I bet they’re worried sick!” Cossette sat down and said, “My parents kicked me out of the house when I was ten. I’ve been wandering around ever since.” The man said, “What happened?” Cosette said, “Why should I tell you? I don’t even know who you are!” The man fell back at her statement. A look of shock mixed with doubt was on his face. “You don’t know who I am?” he asked dubiously. Cosette said, “No, I don’t. Would you mind telling me?” The man sighed again and said, “I assume you’re Amish or something. I’m Elvis Presley.” Cosette was too shocked to respond for a few seconds. She realized she was in Graceland. But how had Elvis Presley’s mansion suddenly been so close to hers? Not even she, a powerful witch whom some people called a goddess, knew such magic. It was a deep enigma that she hoped to find the answer to soon. It bothered her that someone’s house could suddenly just appear near her grounds, because if she could come into the house, then surely the occupants could come out into her grounds and inevitably into her mansion, where she kept many deep secrets. Because of her isolated location, her mafia family chose to keep most of their sensitive documents in her mansion as well as incriminating evidence. If someone were to move their house near hers, it would jeopardize the entire family. She could not risk that. She needed to either figure out this mystery soon and prevent it from happening again, or move all the sensitive documents to Aperture Science in Michigan, which she really dreaded doing. She looked at Elvis and said, “So you’re the King? Should I curtsy or something?” Elvis burst out laughing. “Damn, kid, you’ve got some nerve. I like that. Why don’t you stay a while?” Cosette inclined her head and replied sardonically, “Yes, Your Highness. Would you like me to do anything else while I am at it?” Elvis laughed again. He then said, “Cosette, you’re the first person to backtalk me. I like that you don’t treat me like a celebrity. It’s refreshing. So I was thinking of flying out to L.A. Would you like to come with me?” Cosette grinned and said, “I’d love to. I’ve never been there before.” Elvis said, “Between you and me, I haven’t either.” Cosette giggled and followed him out of the house, going through the front door this time. She let him lead her to his car.
A few minutes later, Cosette and Elvis walked into the airport. Cosette followed him to the ticket desk where a redheaded girl was standing in a red uniform. Cosette smiled as the girl saw Elvis and went speechless. Elvis said, “Hello, Ma’am. Two tickets please.” The girl just stood there for a moment and then asked in a dazed voice, “And where will you be travelling, sir?” Elvis replied, “Los Angeles.” The girl asked, “The one in California?” making Cosette start laughing internally although she managed to keep a straight face as Elvis replied, “That’s the one.” Cosette then zoned out as the girl babbled on and on about having wanted to meet Elvis for a long time. Cosette wished she had her phone, but her phone was in her mansion charging. She supposed that was for the best. She had learned the hard way that it was dumb to bring 21st century tech into the past. Then she was brought back to attention when the girl said there was a flight leaving in less than an hour. “We’ll take it,” said Elvis. She then began to fill out paperwork. “I’m so sorry to have to ask this, but do you two have any form of identification?” Cosette nodded and reached into her bra and conjured up her ID and then handed it to the girl, forgetting that the dates would be incongruous with the current time. As she did that, Elvis pulled out a police badge and showed it to the girl. “Not like a driver’s license or something?” Elvis replied, “Confidentially speaking, this is the first time I’ve flown on my own.” The girl said, “It’s fine.” She then handed Cosette her ID back. Cosette was surprised at how easy this was. She knew this was way before 9/11, but this was ridiculous. This girl must be breaking at least protocol. Cosette hoped that it didn’t happen regularly, although she suspected it did with Elvis. As Elvis put his badge back into his coat pocket, he opened his coat to reveal a gold coloured gun. The girl’s eyes widened in alarm when she saw this, causing Cosette to roll her eyes. “Sir, what is that?” asked the girl in a whisper. “Oh, this? This is my 45. I also have a little pistol in my boot. I have permits for both.” Cosette could not believe he had just admitted to having guns right before boarding a plane. “You idiot,” she thought as she rolled her eyes again. As Elvis turned to her, she saw the girl call security. “Elvis, you idiot. What the fuck were you thinking?” she blurted out, unable to keep silent. Elvis looked at her and said, “What’d I do, Cosette?” Cosette sighed deeply, trying to remain calm and replied, “You tried to bring guns onto a plane! I know you’ve never flown by yourself before, but isn’t that still common sense, especially with all the shit going on in the world? I don’t understand how that wasn’t obvious.” Elvis said, “I’m sorry, honey. I wasn’t even thinking.” Cosette glared at him and said, “Don’t try to placate me with endearments. I am really mad at you right now. I don’t look forward to being interrogated by police because of your stupidity. I might be open to an apology after that is done with and I’ve cooled off. But right now, I am almost ready to hit you. So for your own sake, stay away for a while. I do not want to mar that pretty face.” Then she went and leaned against a nearby wall, her arms crossed. Elvis asked, “What are you doing?” She replied, “I’m waiting for the fucking police that the bitch over there called on us.”
A few hours later, Cosette was bored out of her mind. She and Elvis were being detained by the police. She wished she could conjure up her iPad, but didn’t dare do magic in front of the police. She was so bored that she decided she had no other option than to go deep inside her mind and create a sort of virtual reality for herself. She had done this only once before, but it worked to relieve extreme boredom. She sighed, closed her eyes, and began. Soon she was immersed in playing a musical bubble shooter game. She was interrupted when she heard Elvis begin to speak to someone named Mr. Cougar. She sighed as she lost the game. “I have to go deeper,” she thought, not wanting to be bothered again. She wanted something so intense that she couldn’t even hear Elvis or anyone else in the real world. So she quickly created an RPG sort of game where she was a heroine helping to save the Plejarens from invasion by the Zeta. She grinned as she became lost in the post-apocalyptic scenery.
An hour later, Cosette was still in the game she had created although her eyes were open. She was on full autopilot mode as Elvis took pictures with the policeman’s two young daughters, both of whom ignored Cosette. After that, Elvis said, “Cosette, let’s go.” Cosette nodded and followed Elvis out of the room and then onto a plane. As soon as she sat down, Elvis sat next to her. “You still mad at me? Listen, Cosette. I’m sorry to have put you through all that. You’re right; I was an idiot. But I didn’t mean anything. I feel bad that you’re so upset over this. I want us to be cool again. Can we do that? Please?” Cosette heard what he said, but was so deep in her mind that she thought that a hot Plejaren commander was saying that to her. When he didn’t get an answer, Elvis sighed. He looked into her green eyes which were staring into space and not looking at him. “Cosette, are you OK?” he asked, beginning to feel something was off. “Cosette? Baby, talk to me!” He gently shook her. Suddenly, she fainted, falling forward. Elvis caught her and laid her back in her seat. This time her eyes were closed. He sighed again and leaned her against him. “Hang in there, baby. Help’s coming.”
Cosette woke up to the sound of music. She realized that she was in a car sitting next to two blond stewardesses in the same uniform of the girl who had called the police on Elvis. Cosette hated that girl and vowed that if she ever saw that bitch again, there would be blood spilled. Then Cosette saw Elvis and another man sitting up front. Elvis was singing to the radio, which was playing one of his own songs. Still a little miffed at him, she chose not to reveal she was awake. Instead she watched him as the other man drove.
When they arrived at Elvis’ mansion, Cosette closed her eyes and pretended to still be unconscious. Elvis gently lifted her out of the car. The other man said, “Set her here in the sun, E. She should be comfortable there while we figure out what to do with her.” Elvis walked over and set Cosette on a beach chair. She was tempted to go to sleep as the warm sun caressed her skin. She managed to resist it as Elvis sat on the chair beside her and began to talk. “I miss our talks, Jerry.” Jerry replied, “So do I, E.” Elvis said, “Then let's make our own label. I'm ready.” Jerry said,”I want to go solo. You know that.” Cosette saw that the men weren't paying attention to her, so she opened her green eyes and looked around. Suddenly, Jerry said, “E, the girl’s awake.” Elvis looked back at her and smiled. “How are you feeling?” Cosette smiled back, pretending to have been unconscious the whole time. “Where am I? What happened? The last thing I remember is being detained by the police. How did we get out of there?” Elvis sighed and said, “Jerry here got us out. Now we’re in my mansion in L.A. I’m worried that you might be sick. Are you feeling OK?” Cosette said, “I feel tired. In all honesty I don’t feel very well at all.” As she said this, she realized it was true. She supposed that going that deep inside her mind for that long had caused a short circuit in her brain. Elvis frowned and said, “I’m sorry, baby. I should’ve taken you straight to the hospital.” Jerry said, “She may just be slightly sick. We don’t know that she even needs to go to a hospital. If she isn’t better in a couple days or if she gets a lot worse, then we’ll take her.” Elvis nodded. “If she’s not better by the time we land in D.C, then I’m taking her to the ER. Something’s very wrong with her.” Cosette tried to sit up, but Elvis stopped her. “Just rest, honey.” Cosette realized how close he was to her. In a moment of capriciousness, she pulled him closer and kissed him. He kissed back, his hand on her spine. She could almost see Jerry as his mouth dropped open, causing her to giggle inside herself. She then moved so that she was sitting in his lap. Her hand went under his shirt. “Are you gonna talk about why you want to go to D.C or are you gonna just keep making out with this underage girl?” Elvis immediately pulled back. Elvis held Cosette in his lap as he said, “I want a federal badge.” Cosette groaned. This guy wanted to become a fed. She hated feds. Feds were enemies of the Family and thus her enemies. She knew better than to divulge that to these men, so she leaned back against Elvis and laid her head on his shoulder. She was tempted to go back to the game she had created, but she was worried about nut being able to bring herself back into reality. She reached over, trying to grab the coffee pot. Jerry saw this and said, “do you want some coffee? Let me help you.” He then poured coffee into a mug and handed the mug to her. “Thank you. Do you guys mine if I pull out my iPad?” Elvis shrugged and said, “I don't mind.” Cosette was impressed that Elvis was so nonchalant even though he had no clue what she was talking about. She reached into her dress and conjured her iPad and pulled it out. Elvis and Jerry stared at the glossy pink device as she entered her password. “Welcome back,” said the voice of Siri. Then Siri paused as she took in the situation. Cosette opened her messages to see that her alien friends had sent her something. She opened the message they had sent. “Amazing,” said Elvis as he read over her shoulder. Jerry then walked over as Siri decided to open up Google Chrome. Then a photo of Elvis appeared. “Voice recognition is a match. Running facial recognition now.” Siri made computer noises as she thought. Cosette could see her matching the photo to what she was seeing. Finally, she said, “Facial recognition has found a match. Hello, Elvis Presley. It’s nice to meet you. I'm Siri, Cosette`s virtual assistant.” Elvis smiled in awe and replied, “hello, Siri. What's up?” Siri chuckled as Elvis hugged Cosette tightly. Then she turned her head and kissed him. He kissed back, his tongue going into her mouth. She handed the iPad to Jerry as she and Elvis kissed. Jerry raised an eyebrow. “Do you two need some alone time?” Siri replied in her usual snarky tone, “No, I'm sure they'd be just fine with you watching them make out.” Jerry rolled his eyes and walked inside the mansion. Cosette nearly giggled. She loved Siri and her attitude. Cosette then woke up. She realized that she had fallen asleep after all. She looked and saw that Elvis and Jerry were talking about going to D.C. Elvis was whining about his wife and dad screaming at him about spending too much money. She smiled and leaned her head into Elvis back. Jerry stopped talking as Elvis turned back and smiled at Cosette. “Hey baby. Are you okay now? You had us really worried. Jerry kept saying you needed to be in a hospital.” Cosette said, “I don't feel well. I keep falling asleep. Do I have a fever?” Elvis felt her forehead and frowned in concern. “Sweetie, you're burning up. Jerry, go get ice!” Jerry nodded and said, “Do you want me to call an ambulance?” Elvis sighed and answered, “No. Call Dr. Carlisle. Tell him to come out here.” Jerry said, “Okay, E.” Jerry then ran into the house to get ice. Cosette was by that time about to fall back asleep. “Stay with me honey,” said Elvis. “Hold me. I’m cold.” Elvis gently brought her into his arms and laid her head on his chest. “You’re going to be OK. Just hold on. Help is coming.” Cosette opened her eyes but everything was blurry. “I can’t see well. My brain is probably frying,” she said. Elvis frowned. “So I was wondering, do you need a body guard? I need a job and I really have nowhere to go.” Elvis sighed and said, “Jerry’s my bodyguard, baby.” Cosette said, “No, he isn’t. He’s your friend, but if he were your bodyguard he would have been with you when I walked into Graceland. Besides, he wants to do his own thing. I’m sure he’d protect you if someone attacked, but that isn’t his focus or his job. You need someone who is always alert to danger, whose job it is to make sure you stay safe. You and I both know that person isn’t Jerry.” Elvis raised an eyebrow. “Okay, I'll give you that one. But how would you protect me? You're just a girl. You'd get your ass kicked if you ever tried to fend off an attacker. You're the one who needs protection.” Cosette smiled. He had no idea how dangerous she could be. “I am not a normal girl, Elvis. But I suppose my word will not suffice without proof which I cannot provide.” Cosette then took out her phone and dialed Tony Soprano’s number. “What are you doing?” asked Elvis. Cosette replied, “I’m calling my former boss as a reference.” Cosette put the phone on speakerphone and waited patiently as Tony’s phone rang several times until he picked up. “Hey, Cosette. What’s up?” Cosette replied, “What’s up is that I need you to tell Elvis that I am perfectly capable of being his body guard. I am trying to apply, but he won’t believe me.” Tony said, “You mean Elvis Presley? What year are you in?” Cosette said, “I’m in the 1970’s, Tony.” Tony sighed and said, “Okay. Elvis, I have been this girl’s boss for years and she has saved my life multiple times. She is more than capable of being a bodyguard despite her pretty face. She can be sweet as sugar one minute and then in a split second go into attack mode. I’ve seen it happen a lot. Don’t underestimate her.” Elvis raised an eyebrow. “You say she worked for you. What did she do?” Tony replied, “Curiosity killed the cat, Mr. Presley. The details of her employment are strictly confidential.” Elvis raised an eyebrow. “Why, is she in the Family or something?” Cosette and Tony were both silent. Elvis said, “What did I say? Say something, baby!” Cosette sighed and said, “I can't say any more without breaking Omertà. Please stop asking me to divulge sensitive information. Would I ask you for information after you've become a Fed? No. So stop asking me.” Tony said, “You're working for a Fed? What the fuck?!? Cosette, you're in a bad situation right now. Be careful. Don’t get too involved with this guy, and whatever you do, do NOT do any of his drugs! I don’t care what time you're in, drugs are forbidden.” Cosette smiled cheekily and asked, “Am I allowed to do Elvis?” Tony rolled his eyes and said, “Fine, but be careful. I don’t want you coming back here crying because something happened, got it? There’s a lot of things that could go very wrong. Use condoms, don’t kill anybody. And if you get sick, come back here to the 21st century. I forbid you from being admitted to a fucking 1970’s hospital. They have no clue what they’re doing back then.” Cosette said, “If I get sick enough to come home, I will simply go to a space hospital.” Tony sighed and said, “Whatever, kid. Just be sure to come home alive, all right? You’re one of my top capos and I do not want to lose you!” Cosette smiled and said, “I love you too, Tony.” Tony chuckled before hanging up. Elvis smiled and said, “OK, kid. You got the job.” As he said this, Jerry walked out with ice.
A few minutes later, Cosette and Elvis walked into the airport. Cosette followed him to the ticket desk where a redheaded girl was standing in a red uniform. Cosette smiled as the girl saw Elvis and went speechless. Elvis said, “Hello, Ma’am. Two tickets please.” The girl just stood there for a moment and then asked in a dazed voice, “And where will you be travelling, sir?” Elvis replied, “Los Angeles.” The girl asked, “The one in California?” making Cosette start laughing internally although she managed to keep a straight face as Elvis replied, “That’s the one.” Cosette then zoned out as the girl babbled on and on about having wanted to meet Elvis for a long time. Cosette wished she had her phone, but her phone was in her mansion charging. She supposed that was for the best. She had learned the hard way that it was dumb to bring 21st century tech into the past. Then she was brought back to attention when the girl said there was a flight leaving in less than an hour. “We’ll take it,” said Elvis. She then began to fill out paperwork. “I’m so sorry to have to ask this, but do you two have any form of identification?” Cosette nodded and reached into her bra and conjured up her ID and then handed it to the girl, forgetting that the dates would be incongruous with the current time. As she did that, Elvis pulled out a police badge and showed it to the girl. “Not like a driver’s license or something?” Elvis replied, “Confidentially speaking, this is the first time I’ve flown on my own.” The girl said, “It’s fine.” She then handed Cosette her ID back. Cosette was surprised at how easy this was. She knew this was way before 9/11, but this was ridiculous. This girl must be breaking at least protocol. Cosette hoped that it didn’t happen regularly, although she suspected it did with Elvis. As Elvis put his badge back into his coat pocket, he opened his coat to reveal a gold coloured gun. The girl’s eyes widened in alarm when she saw this, causing Cosette to roll her eyes. “Sir, what is that?” asked the girl in a whisper. “Oh, this? This is my 45. I also have a little pistol in my boot. I have permits for both.” Cosette could not believe he had just admitted to having guns right before boarding a plane. “You idiot,” she thought as she rolled her eyes again. As Elvis turned to her, she saw the girl call security. “Elvis, you idiot. What the fuck were you thinking?” she blurted out, unable to keep silent. Elvis looked at her and said, “What’d I do, Cosette?” Cosette sighed deeply, trying to remain calm and replied, “You tried to bring guns onto a plane! I know you’ve never flown by yourself before, but isn’t that still common sense, especially with all the shit going on in the world? I don’t understand how that wasn’t obvious.” Elvis said, “I’m sorry, honey. I wasn’t even thinking.” Cosette glared at him and said, “Don’t try to placate me with endearments. I am really mad at you right now. I don’t look forward to being interrogated by police because of your stupidity. I might be open to an apology after that is done with and I’ve cooled off. But right now, I am almost ready to hit you. So for your own sake, stay away for a while. I do not want to mar that pretty face.” Then she went and leaned against a nearby wall, her arms crossed. Elvis asked, “What are you doing?” She replied, “I’m waiting for the fucking police that the bitch over there called on us.”
A few hours later, Cosette was bored out of her mind. She and Elvis were being detained by the police. She wished she could conjure up her iPad, but didn’t dare do magic in front of the police. She was so bored that she decided she had no other option than to go deep inside her mind and create a sort of virtual reality for herself. She had done this only once before, but it worked to relieve extreme boredom. She sighed, closed her eyes, and began. Soon she was immersed in playing a musical bubble shooter game. She was interrupted when she heard Elvis begin to speak to someone named Mr. Cougar. She sighed as she lost the game. “I have to go deeper,” she thought, not wanting to be bothered again. She wanted something so intense that she couldn’t even hear Elvis or anyone else in the real world. So she quickly created an RPG sort of game where she was a heroine helping to save the Plejarens from invasion by the Zeta. She grinned as she became lost in the post-apocalyptic scenery.
An hour later, Cosette was still in the game she had created although her eyes were open. She was on full autopilot mode as Elvis took pictures with the policeman’s two young daughters, both of whom ignored Cosette. After that, Elvis said, “Cosette, let’s go.” Cosette nodded and followed Elvis out of the room and then onto a plane. As soon as she sat down, Elvis sat next to her. “You still mad at me? Listen, Cosette. I’m sorry to have put you through all that. You’re right; I was an idiot. But I didn’t mean anything. I feel bad that you’re so upset over this. I want us to be cool again. Can we do that? Please?” Cosette heard what he said, but was so deep in her mind that she thought that a hot Plejaren commander was saying that to her. When he didn’t get an answer, Elvis sighed. He looked into her green eyes which were staring into space and not looking at him. “Cosette, are you OK?” he asked, beginning to feel something was off. “Cosette? Baby, talk to me!” He gently shook her. Suddenly, she fainted, falling forward. Elvis caught her and laid her back in her seat. This time her eyes were closed. He sighed again and leaned her against him. “Hang in there, baby. Help’s coming.”
Cosette woke up to the sound of music. She realized that she was in a car sitting next to two blond stewardesses in the same uniform of the girl who had called the police on Elvis. Cosette hated that girl and vowed that if she ever saw that bitch again, there would be blood spilled. Then Cosette saw Elvis and another man sitting up front. Elvis was singing to the radio, which was playing one of his own songs. Still a little miffed at him, she chose not to reveal she was awake. Instead she watched him as the other man drove.
When they arrived at Elvis’ mansion, Cosette closed her eyes and pretended to still be unconscious. Elvis gently lifted her out of the car. The other man said, “Set her here in the sun, E. She should be comfortable there while we figure out what to do with her.” Elvis walked over and set Cosette on a beach chair. She was tempted to go to sleep as the warm sun caressed her skin. She managed to resist it as Elvis sat on the chair beside her and began to talk. “I miss our talks, Jerry.” Jerry replied, “So do I, E.” Elvis said, “Then let's make our own label. I'm ready.” Jerry said,”I want to go solo. You know that.” Cosette saw that the men weren't paying attention to her, so she opened her green eyes and looked around. Suddenly, Jerry said, “E, the girl’s awake.” Elvis looked back at her and smiled. “How are you feeling?” Cosette smiled back, pretending to have been unconscious the whole time. “Where am I? What happened? The last thing I remember is being detained by the police. How did we get out of there?” Elvis sighed and said, “Jerry here got us out. Now we’re in my mansion in L.A. I’m worried that you might be sick. Are you feeling OK?” Cosette said, “I feel tired. In all honesty I don’t feel very well at all.” As she said this, she realized it was true. She supposed that going that deep inside her mind for that long had caused a short circuit in her brain. Elvis frowned and said, “I’m sorry, baby. I should’ve taken you straight to the hospital.” Jerry said, “She may just be slightly sick. We don’t know that she even needs to go to a hospital. If she isn’t better in a couple days or if she gets a lot worse, then we’ll take her.” Elvis nodded. “If she’s not better by the time we land in D.C, then I’m taking her to the ER. Something’s very wrong with her.” Cosette tried to sit up, but Elvis stopped her. “Just rest, honey.” Cosette realized how close he was to her. In a moment of capriciousness, she pulled him closer and kissed him. He kissed back, his hand on her spine. She could almost see Jerry as his mouth dropped open, causing her to giggle inside herself. She then moved so that she was sitting in his lap. Her hand went under his shirt. “Are you gonna talk about why you want to go to D.C or are you gonna just keep making out with this underage girl?” Elvis immediately pulled back. Elvis held Cosette in his lap as he said, “I want a federal badge.” Cosette groaned. This guy wanted to become a fed. She hated feds. Feds were enemies of the Family and thus her enemies. She knew better than to divulge that to these men, so she leaned back against Elvis and laid her head on his shoulder. She was tempted to go back to the game she had created, but she was worried about nut being able to bring herself back into reality. She reached over, trying to grab the coffee pot. Jerry saw this and said, “do you want some coffee? Let me help you.” He then poured coffee into a mug and handed the mug to her. “Thank you. Do you guys mine if I pull out my iPad?” Elvis shrugged and said, “I don't mind.” Cosette was impressed that Elvis was so nonchalant even though he had no clue what she was talking about. She reached into her dress and conjured her iPad and pulled it out. Elvis and Jerry stared at the glossy pink device as she entered her password. “Welcome back,” said the voice of Siri. Then Siri paused as she took in the situation. Cosette opened her messages to see that her alien friends had sent her something. She opened the message they had sent. “Amazing,” said Elvis as he read over her shoulder. Jerry then walked over as Siri decided to open up Google Chrome. Then a photo of Elvis appeared. “Voice recognition is a match. Running facial recognition now.” Siri made computer noises as she thought. Cosette could see her matching the photo to what she was seeing. Finally, she said, “Facial recognition has found a match. Hello, Elvis Presley. It’s nice to meet you. I'm Siri, Cosette`s virtual assistant.” Elvis smiled in awe and replied, “hello, Siri. What's up?” Siri chuckled as Elvis hugged Cosette tightly. Then she turned her head and kissed him. He kissed back, his tongue going into her mouth. She handed the iPad to Jerry as she and Elvis kissed. Jerry raised an eyebrow. “Do you two need some alone time?” Siri replied in her usual snarky tone, “No, I'm sure they'd be just fine with you watching them make out.” Jerry rolled his eyes and walked inside the mansion. Cosette nearly giggled. She loved Siri and her attitude. Cosette then woke up. She realized that she had fallen asleep after all. She looked and saw that Elvis and Jerry were talking about going to D.C. Elvis was whining about his wife and dad screaming at him about spending too much money. She smiled and leaned her head into Elvis back. Jerry stopped talking as Elvis turned back and smiled at Cosette. “Hey baby. Are you okay now? You had us really worried. Jerry kept saying you needed to be in a hospital.” Cosette said, “I don't feel well. I keep falling asleep. Do I have a fever?” Elvis felt her forehead and frowned in concern. “Sweetie, you're burning up. Jerry, go get ice!” Jerry nodded and said, “Do you want me to call an ambulance?” Elvis sighed and answered, “No. Call Dr. Carlisle. Tell him to come out here.” Jerry said, “Okay, E.” Jerry then ran into the house to get ice. Cosette was by that time about to fall back asleep. “Stay with me honey,” said Elvis. “Hold me. I’m cold.” Elvis gently brought her into his arms and laid her head on his chest. “You’re going to be OK. Just hold on. Help is coming.” Cosette opened her eyes but everything was blurry. “I can’t see well. My brain is probably frying,” she said. Elvis frowned. “So I was wondering, do you need a body guard? I need a job and I really have nowhere to go.” Elvis sighed and said, “Jerry’s my bodyguard, baby.” Cosette said, “No, he isn’t. He’s your friend, but if he were your bodyguard he would have been with you when I walked into Graceland. Besides, he wants to do his own thing. I’m sure he’d protect you if someone attacked, but that isn’t his focus or his job. You need someone who is always alert to danger, whose job it is to make sure you stay safe. You and I both know that person isn’t Jerry.” Elvis raised an eyebrow. “Okay, I'll give you that one. But how would you protect me? You're just a girl. You'd get your ass kicked if you ever tried to fend off an attacker. You're the one who needs protection.” Cosette smiled. He had no idea how dangerous she could be. “I am not a normal girl, Elvis. But I suppose my word will not suffice without proof which I cannot provide.” Cosette then took out her phone and dialed Tony Soprano’s number. “What are you doing?” asked Elvis. Cosette replied, “I’m calling my former boss as a reference.” Cosette put the phone on speakerphone and waited patiently as Tony’s phone rang several times until he picked up. “Hey, Cosette. What’s up?” Cosette replied, “What’s up is that I need you to tell Elvis that I am perfectly capable of being his body guard. I am trying to apply, but he won’t believe me.” Tony said, “You mean Elvis Presley? What year are you in?” Cosette said, “I’m in the 1970’s, Tony.” Tony sighed and said, “Okay. Elvis, I have been this girl’s boss for years and she has saved my life multiple times. She is more than capable of being a bodyguard despite her pretty face. She can be sweet as sugar one minute and then in a split second go into attack mode. I’ve seen it happen a lot. Don’t underestimate her.” Elvis raised an eyebrow. “You say she worked for you. What did she do?” Tony replied, “Curiosity killed the cat, Mr. Presley. The details of her employment are strictly confidential.” Elvis raised an eyebrow. “Why, is she in the Family or something?” Cosette and Tony were both silent. Elvis said, “What did I say? Say something, baby!” Cosette sighed and said, “I can't say any more without breaking Omertà. Please stop asking me to divulge sensitive information. Would I ask you for information after you've become a Fed? No. So stop asking me.” Tony said, “You're working for a Fed? What the fuck?!? Cosette, you're in a bad situation right now. Be careful. Don’t get too involved with this guy, and whatever you do, do NOT do any of his drugs! I don’t care what time you're in, drugs are forbidden.” Cosette smiled cheekily and asked, “Am I allowed to do Elvis?” Tony rolled his eyes and said, “Fine, but be careful. I don’t want you coming back here crying because something happened, got it? There’s a lot of things that could go very wrong. Use condoms, don’t kill anybody. And if you get sick, come back here to the 21st century. I forbid you from being admitted to a fucking 1970’s hospital. They have no clue what they’re doing back then.” Cosette said, “If I get sick enough to come home, I will simply go to a space hospital.” Tony sighed and said, “Whatever, kid. Just be sure to come home alive, all right? You’re one of my top capos and I do not want to lose you!” Cosette smiled and said, “I love you too, Tony.” Tony chuckled before hanging up. Elvis smiled and said, “OK, kid. You got the job.” As he said this, Jerry walked out with ice.