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If Elvis had been asked a few weeks before, he'd have said that someone who'd disappeared showing up and remembering having been here previously would have been impossible. People leave and come back again, it's happened often enough, but until recently, he hadn't ever heard of someone who'd arrived again with all their memories intact, or newly returned, or something to that effect. He certainly wouldn't have expected that one of the few people he's ever been close to, that he'd given up on ever seeing again, would wind up doing exactly that. Effy's arrival may have him thrown for a loop, but only in a good way. He knows better than to think shit like this will last, almost has to wonder if there will be some price for something good happening, but for now, he means to just enjoy it.

Anabelle would have called it a miracle. She's one person he knows with certainty he'll never see again, though, and he's still not always sure how he feels about that subject anyway.

Having made plans to come meet her, to hang out for a while and spend some more time catching up, he takes the hearse that's sort of unofficially his out to the countryside, remembering more clearly than he would have expected how to get to the house that she shared before, and shares again, with Harley. Elvis may never have met him, but he's heard enough, which is why he isn't as surprised as he might otherwise have been when it isn't Effy who comes to the door after he knocks.

"Uh, hey," he says, chin lifting slightly in a nod of greeting. "Is Effy around?"