"Hello, is this Rory Gilmore?" A man's deep voice asked as soon as Rory answered her phone. The bus she had been on had just stopped for the night.

"Yes, this is her. Who am I speaking to?" Rory answered confused. She had no idea who would be calling this late.

"Hi, I'm Harold Parron. I am your father's attorney."

"Hi Mr. Parron. What is this about?" Rory was now greatly concerned. She just talked to her day a few days ago. He and Sherry were taking Gigi on a family vacation, even though technically they weren't a family. Christopher and Sherry had been getting along great the last few years, but they weren't together. Both had separate significant others, but they still took the time to do things as a family for Gigi's sake.

"Well Rory, I have some news that I really wish I didn't have to tell you at all, much less over the phone. From what I was told, you are in West Virginia currently."

"Yes sir, I just stopped here for the night." Panic was all Rory was now feeling.

"Well, your father, Sherry, and Gigi were driving when a drunk driver came out of nowhere and crashed head on into their vehicle." Mr. Parron paused, not really sure how to go on. "Your father and Sherry were killed instantly."

Rory wasn't sure how she was still conscious, but slowed her breathing long enough to ask, "And Gigi?"

"Gigi has a few bruises and is sore, but nothing more. She managed to survive a crash that demolished the car. I have some more information I need to talk to you about, but I would much rather do it in person."

"Of course, sir. I'll be on the first plane I can. Thank you for calling me. I'll call you soon." Rory hung up the phone and began to cry. She couldn't even believe that her father was gone. Sure, he wasn't the greatest father growing up, but since she had been out of college they had grown a lot closer. And now, poor Gigi was left without a father and a mother. She knew she needed to calm down and figure out how to get home. First thing first, she needed to call her mom.


"Hi, I'm Rory Gilmore. I was told to come here as soon as possible. Mr. Parron needs to talk-" Rory was standing at the front desk of a law office, not really sure what she was doing there.

"Rory, come on in." Mr. Parron interrupted her. "I hope it wasn't too difficult to get back to Connecticut on such short notice."

Mr. Parron led Rory into his office. "My boss was really understanding. I'm sorry we have to meet like this though. My father never said anything to me about having a will, which I assume is what this is about."

"You are correct, this is about the will. He had the will readjusted not that long ago, although I assume that he figured he wouldn't really need to use it this soon. We both know that Christopher liked to live a little dangerously because he believed that he was invincible." Mr. Parron gave a sad smile. "He was a good man, your father."

Rory returned the sad smile. "That he was."

A moment of silence filled the room before Mr. Parron spoke. "As we both know, your father was a wealthy man. He left everything to you and Gigi. He wanted you to split everything. Gigi's schooling is already taken care of from now until college. He had his finances in order, so he has no debt. He was making a lot of smart investments."

"Okay, well that's good to know." Rory said hesitantly. She still wasn't quite sure why she had to be here for that information.

"I could have told you that over the phone. The reason I actually wanted to talk to you is something else. Your father left Gigi to you. I know that that is a lot to process, but we have to take action now."

"Wait me? He left Gigi to me? Why not to Francine? Or Sherry's family? This doesn't make any sense."

"Well, Christopher truly believed that you would be the best person to raise Gigi. Francine has had some health issues in the last few years and Sherry's family has never had anything to do with Gigi. Chris believed that you would provide Gigi with everything she needs."

Rory was trying to wrap her mind around this mind blowing piece of news. Her, in charge of a 7 year old? There was no way she could raise a kid. She still felt like a kid most of the time. She had spent the last 2 years traveling the country, on a bus. She hadn't even lived in the 'real' world. She graduated college and then lived hotel from hotel.

"I don't even know Gigi. We haven't spent that much time together. It would be like giving her to a stranger. We are basically strangers." Rory rambled on.

"But you're not strangers. You're sisters." That was all Mr. Parron had to say to calm Rory's nerves.

She took a deep breath, "Okay, she's my sister and we have to stick together. What's my first step?"