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Author's note: Thanks for the reviews. I'm glad the reunion met with your expectations. I hope you enjoy this next installment.

The audience was on dead silent, except for a few women trying to revive Josie who had fainted at the sight of the romantic reunion. The man held on to Laura, as if he was afraid to let go of her. Laura said nothing, just pressed her head against the big man's heaving chest and listened to his heart. Was this really happening? Was this someone from her past? She didn't know him from Adam, but he was holding her as if he would never let her go. Was he a lover? Was he…her husband?

"Excuse me?" she heard John's voice as he walked on the stage. He put his hands in his gray suit and narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"

If the man heard him he gave no indication. He separated himself from Laura and looked at her with red eyes. Laura's eyes suddenly burned with her own tears as she saw the sadness, the absolute devastation that had existed in this man's eyes. He brought his hands up and cupped her face in them. She took a deep breath as his hands touched her.

"I asked you a question Sir," John said again, but again the man ignored him.

"Where have you been?" the man whispered, and the anguish in his voice took her breath away. "I thought you were dead. Emmy…I thought you were dead." He brushed her cheek with her thumb and her body tingled all over. She was completely speechless. The man started moving closer towards her, his head tilted, his eyes closing. She didn't know what to do.

"Who are you?" John said more forcefully, but the man kept coming towards her. Her heart was pounding so hard, she couldn't breathe. The man's lips brushed hers and sent shivers all through her body.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, and he stopped, looking up at her. She was shaking as she looked into his eyes. "I don't know who you are."

The man looked at her and the look in his eyes felt like a knife piercing through her. He slowly dropped his hands from her cheeks and just stared at her his large chest taking big gulps of air. She shook her head in desperation, "I'm so sorry."

"Who are you?" John asked again, and for the first time the man turned towards him.

"I am Richard Gilmore," he said and Laura's heart turned again as if doing wild jumping jacks trying to get her brains attention. "I am her husband"

"John," Laura whispered. "Please, send everyone home." John turned to address the crowd that was gossiping like crazy.

"I need to sit down," Laura whispered, and Richard put his strong arm around her and led her to a side of the stage.

"Sit here," he said. His voice was so gentle, so kind. She turned to look at him, trying so hard to remember him.

Richard stared into those eyes—those eyes that crinkled at the corners when she smiled, those eyes that when combined with the blue dress had made sure he had no other choice. He had looked into those eyes, clouded with pain and shining with joy the first time she placed their baby girl in his arms. He had never imagined he would look in her eyes again. But now…those eyes looked at him at he could see the confusion, the fog. She was lost inside herself. She didn't know him. He was relieved in a way, after the ecstasy of seeing her alive had worn off, his mind had began to plague him with worry. Where had she been this past year? Had she left him, content to go start a new life and let him think she was dead?

They heard footsteps and Richard turned. The man Emily had called John was behind them. Who was this man?

"Laura?" John asked, "Are you alright?"

Suddenly Richard felt angry at hearing his wife being called a different name, "Her name is Emily," he said sharply.

John felt the tight grip on his heart grow tighter and he knew that if he didn't play his cards right in the next few minutes, he would loose Laura forever.

"I'm sorry Sir, but how do we know you're who you say you are? How do we know your Laura's husband?"

Richard stood up and had to restrain himself from clobbering the old man.

"No! No wait!" Laura/Emily cried.

"There is no 'we' here," Richard said. "This is my wife, Emily Gilmore. She has been my wife for over forty years. This is between me and my wife."

If John was afraid of him, he certainly didn't show it. "Where are you from?" he asked.

"Hartford, Hartford Conneticut,"

"Sir, Ms. Baker was in a terrible accident, she lost her memory. She has been trying to start a new life and you are upsetting her. Ms. Baker was from Chicago Illinois. She had no family, we checked at the hospital.

"You don't have to tell me about her accident," Richard said, his voice raising. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave and stop upsetting Ms. Baker. You're obviously deranged." John said, obviously refusing to back down.

Richard turned back towards Laura, his eyes pleading with her. "Emily—the song, the song you just played, you played that song at your senior recital you dedicated it to me. I proposed to you at Yale when you were mad at me…remember? I handed you the box and said "Here"…you slammed it closed and said "Fine!" We were married in February and it was the most beautiful day I could have imagined. You carried a bouquet of lilies and orchids. You wore a tiara." He reached up and placed a shaking hand on his wife's cheek. "Emily…we made a baby together."

Laura drew in a sharp breath at that. Was he telling the truth? Was she really Emily Gilmore? Was she married to this man? Was she a mother?

"I'm so sorry," she whispered and her tears burned in her eyes. "I don't remember you,"

"Emmy," Richard pleaded, "Please, just trust me. I'm telling the truth," he searched her eyes for any trace of recognition, any at all and found none. Completely heartbroken, he turned and sat on the edge of the stage.

"I'm going to call the police," John said as he started off the stage.

"John stop," Laura said, "What if he is telling the truth?"

"Laura, this man is not your husband. He probably heard about your condition and is trying to take advantage of you."

Laura snorted, "Yes John, with all the millions of dollars that I have? What is he after? My china collection from the Goodwill?"

"Laura, this is not funny!" he protested.

"John, I can take care of myself," she said. "Go home. I'll call you when I get home tonight."

"Laura…"

"Go!" she said forcefully and was taken aback momentarily by the hurt in his eyes. He turned and headed out the door.

The room was quite as she turned towards the man called Richard Gilmore and walked towards him. His shoulders were stooped over, his face was old and haggard.

"Tell me what you're feeling," she said, sitting next to him and she knew what a stupid question it was.

"I've flown three thousand miles to find my granddaughter who ran away yesterday because she thought she saw her dead grandmother at the airport. I don't know where she is. I find out that she was right, I find my wife who I thought was dead and she doesn't know me. I have a daughter who is waiting at home scared to death she's going to loose another loved one. How do I feel? I feel old and tired."

"Richard…" she said and he turned towards her, his heart beating wildly at the sound of his wife calling his name for the first time in a year, "I'm so sorry," she said. "What can I do?"

He wanted to bury himself in her embrace, and have her pet his cheek with those soft hands. "Nothing" he whispered hoarsely and he felt as though his insides were being torn to shreds, "Nothing at all."

They sat in silence until it was broken by his cell phone ring.

Please don't be Lorelai

"Hello?" he answered.

"Mr. Gilmore? This is the LA police department. We found your granddaughter. She was staying at a local Motel 6. She's okay, we've got her down here right now at the station."

Richard was dizzy with relief. "Thank you, thank you so much," he replied. "I'll be right down." He clicked off his phone and turned towards his wife.

"I need a favor," he asked.

"Anything," she responded, "Anything I can do,"

"Our…my…our granddaughter is down at the police station. I need to go pick her up. My car is dead."

"Let's go," she said, pointing the way to her car. "Did you say she thought she saw…your wife at the airport?" she asked as they hurried outside.

"Yes," he said.

"When…about a week ago Saturday?"

"Yes," he replied again, turning towards her.

"I was there," she said. "I heard commotion but I left. I think she saw…me"

Richard nodded, as they got to her car. He held the door open for her out of habit and then slipped in the other side.

Rory Gilmore felt like she was three years old. She hated being there at the police station—gave her bad memories about the last time she was in a police station. She knew that she was in major trouble, and gave herself up to it this time. She would not try to protest with any "I'm twenty-two, I'm an adult" retorts. She had planned to call as soon as she had got to LA, but after they wouldn't let her see the tapes, she had been so stupid and heartbroken that she couldn't talk to anyone. She checked into a hotel, and had stayed there the night and most of the day, trying to get up the courage to call home and tell them were she was. She had known they would be frantic, but she just couldn't do it. Calling up would have made it final, she really hadn't seen Grandma. Grandma was dead, Francine was right, she was the only grandmother she had left. She reached up and twisted her finger in her locket chain, waiting for Grandpa to come.

Richard ran into the police station and searched around for a moment before he saw her. She stood up and he hurried over to her, pulling her to him, placing his hand on the back of her head. "Are you alright?" he whispered hoarsely, tears stinging in his eyes.

She nodded, "I'm so sorry Grandpa," she said. "I'm so sorry for scaring you." She felt safe for the first time in two days as she lay her head on his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heart. She looked up at him and he reached down and wiped a tear out of her eyes.

"I thought I saw Grandma," she said. "When we got here. I thought I saw her and I came back to make sure. I just miss her so much Grandpa," she cried, bursting into tears again.

The door opened slowly, and Richard turned his granddaughter towards it. He had wanted to go in first, so as to not to frighten or excite Rory right away. He also hoped that seeing Rory would jog Emily's memory.

Rory turned at the sound of the door and with one great sob she threw her arms around the woman standing there. "Grandma!" she cried out. "I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!"

Laura said nothing, just instinctively held the sobbing girl in her arms, reaching up and caressing the brown hair. After Rory was finished, she looked up and Laura gasped

Audrey Hepburn.

Rory looked at her grandmother's eyes and saw the confusion and knew about it quicker than Richard had.

"You don't know who I am…do you?" she asked.

Laura sadly shook her head, "I'm sorry."

Richard was sitting down and pulled out his cellphone.

"Hello?" came the nervous voice on the other line.

"Lorelai… I found Rory and she's just fine.

He took a long deep breath…

"Sweetheart…you need to sit down"