"That was nice of Arthur to leave a note," Priscilla said.

"What does he use to get around, Priscilla? A dog or cane? Do we know that?" Elvis asked.

"He uses a wheelchair because he can't walk, Elvis. He got paralyzed when he was twelve," she told Elvis.

"Give him a call, Priscilla. Tell him if I ever get to go back and throw concerts, tell him he can be in the front row," Elvis told her.

Elvis told Colonel Parker what his doctor had said about the tour.

"Did your doctor say anything about your playing the guitar?" he wanted to know.

"He said I can't play it anymore, so someone will have to play it for me, but I will perform the songs," Elvis said.

"Sounds like a deal to me. When I figure out the tour, we're not doing New York because of what happened before," he told Elvis.

"Okay."

Elvis was disappointed that he didn't get to do that shaking like he did in all his other shows anymore. He asked Potsie to tour with him, so he could play the guitar for him.

"Well, I'm off tour for a while, but I don't know when I'll go back to the Opry, but I guess I'll tag along. When are you going back on the road?" Potsie asked Elvis.

"I haven't heard anything yet. Once I hear something, I'll call," Elvis told Potsie.

"Okay. I'll be home," he told Potsie.

"Okay. I'll be home," he told Elvis as they got off the phone.

A couple days later, Colonel Parker called Elvis and told him the tour dates.

"I asked Warren Webber to tour with me. I hope it's okay. I asked him to play my guitar for me and he said he'd do it," Elvis said.

"That's a good idea. Is he doing anything now?" Colonel Parker asked.

"No. Nothing at the moment. He just finished doing his tour with Johnny Cash," Elvis said, remembering what Potsie told him.

Potsie got the okay to tour with Elvis from Tom Cash. Elvis called Potsie that night when he talked to the Colonel about tour dates.

"Sounds fine with me, Elvis. My manager says it's okay I go along. He was asking how you're doing since that heart attack you got a while back," Potsie said.

"Tell him I'm doing fine," Elvis said.

"I'll tell him. I'll see you in a week or so," Potsie said.

"Okay."

They got off the phone.

That night, Elvis was starting to get depressed.

"What's the matter, Dad?" Lisa Marie asked him.

"Would I get another heart attack while I'm in Vegas with Warren Webber one night onstage?" Elvis asked his daughter.

"I can't answer that, Dad."

"What if I end up playing the guitar instead of Warren like the doctor doesn't want me to?" Elvis asked.

"How come the doctor doesn't want you to play the guitar?" Lisa Marie asked him.

"I don't know," was his answer.

He kept asking all these questions that he thought he would be doing that he couldn't do anymore since the heart attack.

"Elvis, you have people looking after you," Priscilla told him.

"What if nobody's there to watch me and I end up doing one of them by myself? Then what?" Elvis asked.

"We'll have someone in the room with you," Priscilla told him.

He ended up staying depressed for the rest of the night. He kept worrying about the tour. He started asking more questions when Priscilla got out of bed the next morning.

"Elvis, stop worrying about the tour. We'll work something out," she said.

He stayed depressed the rest of the week.

He even missed his rehab session that day because of his depression.

"Elvis, you were supposed to do rehab," Priscilla told him.

"I'm not going," he said.

Priscilla called the doctor early Monday morning and told him about Elvis's depression mood and about the questions he had been asking. Dr. King told her to bring him in at lunchtime and he would look Elvis over. She did just that then. He told Elvis to cancel the tour. He thought the depression was about the music career.

"Tell your manager I said no tours," the doctor said as they left the office an hour later.

Patti had been wondering how Elvis was doing since the last time she had talked to Priscilla, so she called early that afternoon, but all she got was the answering machine since they weren't home. She asked Priscilla to call back before hanging up on the machine.

"Patti, stop worrying about Elvis and his heart attack. It's not doing you any good. You did worry a lot when Roger had those asthma attacks," Eric reminded her.

"He couldn't help that, Eric. That's my job to worry about Roger because Mom and Dad aren't alive anymore to help take care of him, so I am supposed to worry about Elvis now. What if he died?" Patti asked.

"He isn't dead. Trust me," Eric told his wife.

After dinner that evening, Priscilla sent Elvis on a walk before it was too dark. He followed her instructions. He was out for a long time. He walked for a few blocks. On his way his way home, he never made it home because there was a wreckless driver and he ran into Elvis and didn't see Elvis there, so he killed Elvis right then and there. Elvis had died in the middle of the street, thanks to the wreckless driver! There were no witnesses to see that happen.

Three hours after the accident, one of the drivers has spotted Elvis dead in the middle of the street. They got out of the car and made the call to the sheriff's department. The sheriff drove over right away and took a look at Elvis and the ME was there as well. The sheriff asked if there were any witnesses and the answer was don't know. They worked on the accident for hours and hours that night. The sheriff sent one of his deputies to Graceland and tell Priscilla what happened.

Author's Note: This is the ending of the story, so I hope you enjoy the story as I did writing it. I am posting the murder story over at fanfiction, so you can keep up with the story there. I have already posted the murder story this morning, but if you want to know more, the story's title there is a crossover with Happy Days and Scooby Doo. The title there at fanfiction under my name (Ally82) is titled The Elvis Presley Murder. So please read and review when you get the chance.