He checks Rory out, writes on his chart and pulls Lorelai aside.

"Well?" Lorelai says in exhaustion. She knew very little about Rory's condition, other than the fact that she was still alive.

"She's stable," he says as if that's satisfactory.

"You're going to have to better than that. I'm sorry but that answer isn't going to get it with me. Ok? I want a real answer," Lorelai demands.

"She has some head trauma, but I don't think it's going to have an impact. She shouldn't have any memory loss. But as far as head trauma goes, you can never be one hundred percent sure. But more than likely she'll just have a nasty scar. She obviously has a broken arm. She also has three bruised ribs, and two broken ribs. One of the ribs punctured her lung, so it'll take a while for her to be able to breath on her own. I mean she'll be able to, but she'll have difficulty reaching full lung capacity. And as far as her being unconscious goes we just have to wait and see..."

"Is she going to wake up?" Lorelai interrupts.

"She should, but there aren't any guarantees,"

"So she may never wake up?"

"It's a possibility that she won't,"

"Do you have any good news for me?"

"Miraculously the baby's fine,"

"Baby? What baby?"

"You didn't know? I just assumed you knew. She's roughly four months along,"

"I didn't know actually. Any way thanks,"

Lorelai walks up to Logan who is still attentively sitting next to Rory.

"Hey can we talk in the hall for a minute?" She asks him.

He half nods, and follows her into the hall.

"What?"

"Do you have anything you want to tell me?"

"About what?"

"About Rory?"

"No,"

"Oh... well,"

"Why is there something I should know?"

"I don't know. You know what can you take me to the apartment. I need a shower, and I want to take a look at Rory's journal's,"

"Will you tell me what's going on?"

"Yes as soon as I know myself,"

"Ok,"

Lorelai walks back into the room.

"I'm going to have Logan take me to the apartment. I just need some space, and I'd like to take a shower," she announces to the room.

"Ok," Emily says softly.

Logan takes Lorelai to the apartment. Lorelai tosses down her purse on the nearest upright object.

"They're under the bed," he says as he heads toward the closet.

"Ok,"

"Is it ok if I go ahead and take a shower? I figure you want to read her journals right?"

"Yeah that's fine,"

"Help yourself to whatever you need,"

"I just need answers, thank you though,"

"No problem," he says as he walks out of the closet and toward the bathroom.

"Wait,"

"What?"

"Logan there's something I've gotta know,"

"What would that be?"

"Do you love her?"

"More than I ever dreamed I could," he answers as he shuts the bathroom door.

Lorelai walks over to Rory's side of the bed. She begins sorting through various notebooks of all sizes and qualities. Luckily for her Rory had always had a habit of writing the start and finish date on the outside each. Finally Lorelai finds the one she's looking for. It's a hard covered solid, sage, green notebook. Lorelai opens to the first entry. The first thing she notices is that it says dear. Rory always just wrote what she felt, not to anyone in particular. She wasn't, after all, Anne Frank. Lorelai looks at the date, she notices that it's dated May Second. Then she continues reading.

Dear... (it isn't addressed to anyone in particular)

Anyway. So today I got a new notebook. Not because I used the last time. Although that's normally the reason. This time it's because I'm starting a new chapter in my life. I guess that's what you could say. This morning before Logan woke up I went to see a doctor. Not for him. For me. I've been feeling kind of crappy lately. I thought that the coffee had finally taken it's toll but I was wrong. The doctor cheerfully informed me that I'm pregnant. I was speechless. All of the big million dollar words I know, and I couldn't get out any. No words at all. Nothing would come. I really don't know what to think. This is so unexpected. I haven't told Logan yet. I'm not sure that I'm going to... for a while anyway. He's going off to London next week. I don't want to complicate things. I feel happy I guess. About the baby. I didn't think that I would. I mean I never thought I wanted kids. But when the doctor told me that I was pregnant I felt ecstatic. I mean after the scared out of my mind feeling had momentarily passed. I want to talk to mom. But I'm not going to. Not yet. I need to sort things out in my head first. That's what happened today. So kid I guess this notebook is for you.

Lorelai was almost brought to tears by this, but she decides to continue reading. The next entry is from the following week.

Dear baby,

Logan left for London today. I wanted to tell Logan, but I didn't. Well I guess you'll know him as dad, or daddy or something like that. I hope so anyway. He's a good guy. I just don't know how he'll feel about parenthood. I don't think I'm going to tell him until he comes home for Thanksgiving. By then I'll be so big that he'll have to notice if I don't tell him. I mean after all you're due on the second of January. I hope that you're healthy. And just for you I stopped drinking coffee. I did get your message that you don't like coffee. I realized that the other morning when I wound up in the bathroom after drinking it. You're grandmother will be very disappointed if you don't like coffee. Hopefully by the time you come out of the womb you will. Because she'll probably put it in your bottle right off the bat. So if you don't like it you'll have to pretend you do. Speaking of your grandmother I haven't told her about you yet. I will though. I think when I find out what you are I'll tell her. I know that you're a baby. What I mean is when I find out whether you're a boy or a girl. It doesn't matter to me. But I have a feeling that you're a girl. In which case naming you will be easy. You'll be Lorelai of course.

Love,

Mommy

Lorelai is crying by this point, but she turns the page and continues to read. This time the date reads July 23rd.