Rory Gilmore got up and went out into the common room of her hotel room. She stretched, reaching her arms up above her head. With a yawn, she turned around but jumped as she saw a ginger cat sitting on the balcony outside. She looked around the room furiously for her cell phone. Finding it in her jacket pocket, she pulled it out and pressed the speed dial number for her mother.

"Hello?" Lorelai answered.

"Mommy, they know about me!" Rory whined.

"They know about you? Oh my God. Wait, who knows about you?" Lorelai asked.

"The cats! They know about me not having a guy," Rory replied, looking out of the window at the grey tabby that had joined the original ginger cat sitting on her balcony.

"Oh God, they have you too? They must know I have Luke so they've moved onto the next Gilmore girl!" Lorelai exclaimed.

"Not funny mom! Now there's another one," Rory said as another cat jumped off the branch of the tree next to her balcony.

"Hon, it's okay. They'll leave soon. You don't really think you're going to become an old cat lady do you? You're only twenty-two."

"Yeah and I've already rejected a marriage proposal. Mom, what if he was the one?" Rory asked, tears springing to her eyes at the thought of Logan.

"Rory, honey, if he was the one he'll be back. If he's the one, neither of you will be able to escape each other. Look at me and Luke; three tries and many years in the making but we're together now. Trust me when I say, if he was the one, he'll be back," Lorelai said, wishing she was with her daughter to comfort her.

"So you're happy now, mom? With Luke, I mean. You're both happy?" Rory asked, changing the subject.

Lorelai smiled at the man inside the diner as she walked past and he smiled back. "Yeah hon, I am and so is he I think. We're good and this time I think it's for real."

"I'm glad mom. I missed him while he was gone," Rory said.

"Yeah, me too," Lorelai replied. "Well, I have to get to the inn. I love you, sweets."

"Love you too mom, I'll talk to you later," Rory said. She snapped her phone shut and stepped onto the balcony. "Shoo, shoo!" The cats on the balcony reluctantly moved and climbed back down the tree. Rory settled into the chair on the balcony and watched the city of London go rushing by.

Back in Hartford, Logan Huntzberger and a leggy blonde were almost horizontal on the couch in his apartment. His fingers grabbed for the tie on her halter neck top, pulling the strings slightly as she reached for the buttons on his dress shirt. She made quick work of half the buttons on his shirt before he pulled back, sitting at the opposite end of the couch.

"What am I doing?" he asked himself out loud.

"Uh, well we were about to do i something/i " the blonde replied. Logan looked at her as if it was the first time he was seeing her.

"You aren't her," he stated.


"Ace," he said quietly, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"The reporter?" the blonde asked.

"Yeah…wait, how do you know about her?" Logan asked.

"Logan, everyone knows about her. She rejected your proposal and the word is you were pretty cut up about it. I just thought you'd be ready to move on, but I guess not. Darn, my friends were right. They had a bet that I wouldn't be able to get you to sleep with me," the blonde said.

"It was just a bet?" Logan asked angrily.

"No, it wasn't i just /i a bet. Everyone wants to sleep with the infamous Logan Huntzberger. We were all pretty disappointed when she took you off the market. Then, you guys split up and we all thought we had a chance again, but you aren't the playboy you were in college."

"No, I'm not," he stated. His anger was bubbling just beneath the surface of his breaking point per usual these days. "Now get out."

"Oh come on Logan," she stood up and walked closer to him, running her hands up his torso. He pushed her hands away.

"Leave," he said, guiding her to the front door. She slipped her hand inside of his shirt, running her fingers over his bare chest.

"Please Logan," she moaned, kissing him hard. He pulled away.

"No, you're not her." His head drooped and he sighed. She took one last chance and started undoing his belt. His hands reached out and seized her wrists in an iron grip.

"Get out!" He growled and opened the door, pushing her through before slamming the door in her face. He waled over to the drink car, poured himself a glass of scotch and sat down moodily on the couch.

The doors to the elevator opened for Finn and Colin to see a scantily clad, disgruntled blonde woman retying the string of her halter top as Logan's apartment door slammed shut in her face. The girl turned on her heel and stalked down the hallway. They exited the elevator with a drunken Finn leaning on Colin to remain upright. Finn had convinced Colin to stay at the pub a little longer before going back to Logan's apartment to drink so Logan would have a lovely hangover to remind him of them on the plane to Los Angeles the next day.

"Well don't you look nice, love," Finn slurred as she walked past. She glared at him in return.

"Sorry about him, he's had a bit too much to drink," Colin apologized. The girl ignored him and went into the elevator, jabbing a button as the doors shut.

"Did that lovely, but slightly pissed, specimen come out of Logan's apartment?" Finn asked, disbelief written on his face. Colin nodded. "Our Logan must be off his game then."

Colin knocked on Logan's door, still helping Finn stand up straight. "It's open," was Logan's slightly muffled reply through the door. Colin opened the door and helped Finn through.

"Don't want to give me a hand or anything do you?" he asked his blonde friend. Logan stood up and turned around. His blonde hair was still messed up, the buttons on his shirt were still half undone, and his glass of scotch was still in his hand.

"You look like hell man," Colin said, eyeing his friend's appearance. Logan sat back down on the couch and took a sip of his drink. Colin helped Finn onto the couch next to Logan and Finn moaned as Colin prodded him.

"Bloody hell Colin, what is it?" Colin pointed at Logan, who was staring off into space, seemingly unaware of his two best friends. Finn blinked and struggled to function under the large amount of alcohol that was coursing through his system.

"Logan, mate, the girl, where is she? You know, the one you brought home from the pub."

"Gone," Logan replied.

"She was the one in the hallway," Colin whispered to Finn.

"Why did she look so unhappy Logan? Was she not in here getting satisfied?" Finn asked.

"I kicked her out."

"Why in the sodding hell did you do that?" Logan drained the last of his scotch and got up to refill his glass.

"She wasn't her." Finn looked at Colin.

"Wasn't who?" Colin asked as Logan returned to the couch.

"Ace." Logan took a large drink from his refilled glass.

"Reporter girl?"

"Yeah, her."

"Logan, that was months ago."

"Four months, two weeks, and three days ago," Logan said, taking another drink of his scotch.

"Man, he's gone," Finn remarked, earning a glare from Colin.

"I was going to marry her. I knew it the day we stopped being casual. The day I became her boyfriend I knew I was going to marry her," Logan said.

"That was almost two years ago thought. How did you know you were going to marry her? There are plenty of other fish in the sea," Colin said.

"But who wants to go out with a fish?" Finn muttered under his breath, his eyes closed. Colin glared at him once more. Logan needed their help and Finn wasn't helping.

"But none like her." Logan sighed and downed the rest of his scotch. "She was the one."

"If you love her, let it go. If it was meant to be, it'll come back to you. If she was the one, she'll be back mate," Finn said, surprising both Logan and Colin with his wisdom. Both of them looked at him, eyebrows raised.

"What? I like fortune cookies."