PERI: Sounds swell, Doctor, and I’d love to see it myself some time. But there’s one thing the Vegas of ‘57 didn’t have...

DOCTOR: And that is?

PERI: The reason we’re here! Remember? The belated birthday present you promised me? The pelvis that’s about to be gyrating on that stage! Elvis “The King” Presley!

DOCTOR: That’s not entirely true, Peri. I was there when Elvis made his debut just down the road at the New Frontier. April 1956. He didn’t exactly rattle the turnstiles in those days, but—

PERI: No, I mean the real Elvis. The jumpsuits. The belts. The rhinestones. I still can’t believe we’re here. It’s so exciting! (Her eyes shine with expectation)

DOCTOR: (A smile etches its way across his face) You’re really looking forward to this, aren’t you?

PERI: He’s the best, Doctor.

DOCTOR: But why?

PERI: He’s just...I don’t know. The voice, the look, the moves. Every time I hear him I get goose bumps and a tingle down my spine. I love him.

DOCTOR: Well, you just can’t help falling in love sometimes, Peri. And, thanks to a friend who owns a time machine, you get to experience him up close.