In the last days of summer the house still looked bare. They hadn't returned home yet and Babbette's end table was over flowing with mail addressed "Gilmore". The date on the calandar said August 3, but it couldn't be it must have been longer. The mail told a story of two people that had been gone for over a year, not just eight weeks. The mother and daughter team were rumored to be back packing across Europe. However anyone who knew them could know that they probabaly never picked up a backpack and were just staying in cheap hotels as they caught train rides and buses to various tourist attractions. ******************************** The Gilmores themselves were more than ready to come home. Their trip was wonderful and one that they would never forget, but home was a nice place to be. Lorelai found herself thirsty for Luke's own fresh brewed coffee, the European stuff didn't cut it, and Rory found herself lonesome for her books. She had only five and since she couldn't speak half of the languages of the countries they had seen, she fund herself reading her passport. They were in their car driving home from the airport. "Right", the teenager told her mother. "No, it's left", Lorelai told her daughter. "I think I know how to get home" "Really?" "Yep. You see all I have to do is make a right at this light and we'll be on our street." She turned the wheel a sharp right and they found themselves sitting in front of home. It was indeed a home, but it wasn't theirs. Dosee was writting on the mailbox. "Mom, why are we sitting in front of Taylor's house?", Rory asked in an irritated voice. She was cranky she had an appointment with Sylvia Plath. "Our house is supposed to be here.", Lorelai said in disbelief. "No our house is one right and and a left back." "Taylor must have moved our house and switched it with his. He even mowed our lawn, the tyrant." "Mom?" "Yeah Sweetie", she replied in a sweet voice. "Can I please drive us home?" They switched places in the car. Rory started the Engine. "Wait I want to drive!", Lorelai exclaimed. "No, Mom you don't even remember where our house is." "I may not remember where the house is, but I remember where Luke's is and even I didn't I could smell the delicious coffee from here. It's so close Rory, just a couple of blocks, and then heaven. Well, at least it would be heaven if you could fit it in a mug. Please don't make Mommy beg." The young one rolled her eyes and put the car in reverse and headed for the straight for the diner.