Harry stood on Lila's porch, he looked at the small pile of A Little Less Conversation by her doorway. He looked at her door as it refused to open for him.

Lila's house was still quiet except for her mailbox screaming "Incoming" every so often.

"Lila?" Harry worked up the courage to call out her name, he felt lost without his friend by his side.

The house didn't react.

"Lila, it's Harry." He called out again.

The house didn't react.

Harry sighed as he turned his back, he shuffled his way down the flickering footpath.

"Full." The mailbox huffed as it struggled to shake free the mail tucked inside of it.

Harry looked at the mailbox.

"Full" The mailbox huffed as it struggled to shake. "Full." The mailbox changed its shade from white to green "Full." It tried to shake. "Full."

"Hey, don't look at me. You know the rules." Harry stepped out of the front yard.

"Full." The mailbox looked like it was going to combust. "Full."

"Alright, if I get in trouble than I'm blaming you." Harry stepped back into the yard, he prepared himself to catch the mail.

"Fu...." The mailbox vomited out all the mail over Harry's shoes, he looked down at the four letters than up at the mailbox.

"That's not full. You should see Mrs Treance's, now that's a full mailbox." Harry picked up the letters, two thin ones and two thick ones; each envelope was addressed to Lila.

"Incoming." The mailbox spoke before spitting out a black and white photo.

Harry fumbled the photo, he managed to catch it before the photo had a chance to touch the flickering lawn.

He looked down at the photo in his hands, he seemed confused as he tried to understand why it was a family photo.

Harry turned his attention to the front door before making his way back up to the porch, He reached for the doorhandle, the door was unlocked. He pushed open the door and stepped into the dark house "Lila?" He didn't hear a response "Lila?" He called out again, he dropped the mail in the hallway under the now empty photo frames "Lila?" Harry peered into the lounge room before peering into the kitchen.

He wondered down the hallway to Lila's room, even the bedroom didn't react when he opened the door.

Harry braced himself as he pushed open the bathroom door, Lila wasn't in there.

He sighed.

"Harry?"

Harry jumped as he turned to face Lila, he noticed her black hair pulled back into tight curls while floral overalls covered her body.

Lila curiously watched Harry as he tried to calm himself down.

"I thought you went missing." Harry found his words.

Lila shook her head, she wondered down the hallway.

Harry trailed behind her; she lead him into the kitchen. She picked up the letter and reached it towards him.

Harry looked down at the letter "Lila, my sweet little one. Elvis left behind a little girl, and I did the same to you, I know you never meant to be caught in this world, it was my mistake. You'll never be my mistake; I will always forgive you for what you were forced to do. Forever and always, Dad." He seemed confused "And that means?"

Lila sighed as she placed the letter down on the kitchen table.

"Is that some sort of code? Is Elvis wanting us to apologise to Lisa Marie?" His face filled with intrigue as he realised that the family of Elvis Presley may not be on Earth 0.26.

Lila shook her head but didn't speak any words.

"Than what?"

Lila felt like there was pressure pushing against her chest as she struggled to find her words, she knew she had to be careful with what she said because of where she lived but she felt the pressure of forcing Elvis back to Boss, she felt the pressure of struggling to admit to herself on who she really was.

"Lila?"

"I'm a half-breed." Lila managed to whisper.

Harry laughed "We grew up together, Lila."

Lila pushed past Harry; she pulled the front door open as she stepped out onto the porch. She looked up at the glow of the sunset. She threw her glance down at the magazines bundled by her front door, she chewed down on her lower lip as she looked at the front cover of A Little Less Conversation; An image of the real Elvis Presley at 42 years old with the headline of The Legacy of a King.

Lila patted her cheeks as if there were tears falling down her cheeks.

Harry stepped out into the afternoon sky "We grew up together, Lila. You can't be a half breed."

Lila sat down on the hover swing; the swing gently began to rock her.

Harry sat down next to her.

"Remember when I was eleven and I suddenly disappeared?"

Harry thought for a moment "Your parents sold the house before my birthday."

"My mother fall in love with a half breed, a very clever half breed. He swept her off her feet, treated her like an abustle Queen. I remember idolising their relationship." She sighed "I was about ten when things became noticeable." She swallowed the lump in her throat "My gran was here with us, everyone was here. Gran was very frail and sick; I gave her a hug and I became a spitting image of her. Everyone freaked out." She lowered her gaze "My gran smiled before dying right in front of me." She patted her cheeks "This house is famous for its ghost stories. Gran would always tell me bedtime stories about them." Lila looked at Harry "When I was old enough to leave, I came back here to see how much truth there was in the ghost stories. Guess they were true." She attempted a smile.

Harry couldn't find his words as he struggled to understand.