"There's storm brewing, and it looks like one hell of a shitstorm." 
Elvis looked at Ash, "I'm a little confused, I thought this show was over?"
"Not a chance pal, they can't keep a good thing down, plus have you seen the shit they been putting out to watch?" replied Ash.
"People are going nuts, stir crazy, they got a lot of free time on their hands...we're back baby." Ash said as he playfully slapped Elvis shoulder.

Ash looked out the window at the chaos below, people being slaughtered and for what...
"We need to help these people somehow, but how?"
Elvis slipped his sunglasses on. "Leave this to me, this is where the King steps in."
"No offense Elvis, but I'm the guy with a chainsaw remember?"
Elvis smiled, "But your not the King, baby."

"I'm going to give the people hope, by giving them the performance of a lifetime...you fellas deal with the storm." Elvis said as he walked out.
Ash turned to the group, "Elvis has left the building, so what's the plan?"

That's when Ash notices he was talking to himself.
"Hey, where is everybody?"
"I'm gone for a year and nobody waited for my return?"
"Now I know how Luke felt." Ash mumbled as he left the building on search of his old comrades.