"Her name is Hope Lorelai Gilmore-Huntzberger," Lorelai said into her cell phone with a shaky voice, "a little premature, but seems to be fine, just in the NICU for observation for now."

"She must be very small?" Emily asked.

"Just over 5 pounds, 18 inches - she's tiny. Logan has been feeding her." Lorelai sighed, giving Emily an overview of the occurrences of the past twelve hours.

"And Rory?" Emily asked carefully.

"Vitals are looking better but she is still unconscious," Lorelai replied with tears in her throat.

"I'm arriving around 6 PM," she added, "can someone pick me up at the airport?"

"Luke will be there to pick you up," she added before they hung up. She wiped a tear from her cheek and texted Luke, who had gone to bring breakfast for them. Not that anybody felt they could eat anything. Lorelai hadn't felt so alone in 33 years. Even when she wasn't near Rory or they weren't talking, she'd still known Rory was safe and their connection was still intact. This time, it was different. She didn't know whether she was going to be alright.

The waiting room was almost deserted that morning. Mitchum had made himself scarce as soon as Logan left for the NICU. Paris had promised to return later that day, having to go sort something out for her kids that morning. Logan, who had barely slept, sat at Rory's beside, his head placed on his arm leaning against Rory's bed.

"Lorelai, where.. How is she?" Christopher said, panting. He had been asleep and got the message as he woke in the morning.

"Still unconscious. But Hope is going well," she said. She felt like a broken record.

"Oh Lor," he began and hugged her tightly, "she'll get through this," he tried to assure her.

"I don't know how this happened. She was home alone, and then Mitchum must've shown to talk or something, and then he brought her in. Why wasn't I there?" Lorelai began blaming herself.

"As in Huntzberger?" Christopher inquired.

"That's the one," Lorelai confirmed. "At least we know where he draws the line," she noted.

"Yeah, you want to hate the guy but he pretty much saved her life," Christopher scorned, continuing, "What do you think he wanted?"

"I can guess…," Lorelai said. "Probably wanted to scare her away or pay her to break up with him," she added.

"So he could've actually caused this, like by causing severe stress," he added.

"It's good he left when he did or…," Lorelai said without finishing that sentence.

"Breakfast is here," Luke announced, carrying coffee and a bag of bagels.

"Logan, Luke brought us some breakfast. You should really eat something, you're going to need the energy," Lorelai suggested, handing him a cup of coffee.

"Thanks, Lorelai," he said quietly.

"Do you want me to call somebody for you? Honor perhaps or one of your friends?" she offered. Keeping herself busy was the only thing she knew how to do in this situation.

"I already texted Honor, but she's in San Francisco and can't fly out today," Logan explained, biting into a bagel. He had no appetite.

"It's time to feed Hope soon," Logan remembered.

"I can go, you can rest a bit," Lorelai offered.

"Thanks! I know the nurses would do it themselves too, but I just don't want her to be with strangers when she is awake," he explained.

"Hey, for what it is worth, congratulations on becoming a father, Logan," Christopher shook his hand.

Logan nodded.

Luke placed Emily's carry-on suitcase in the back of his truck, and offered to open the door for her. While not Emily's typical choice of vehicles, this time she didn't care, as long as it got her where she wanted to go.

"Luke, we need to make a stop at the Hilton," she instructed.

She walked confidently over to the front desk and said, "I'm here to see Mitchum Huntzberger."

"He's just over there having dinner with his colleagues," the receptionist gestured towards the hotel restaurant.

Emily walked straight over to him, and asked pleasantly, "I am sorry to disturb gentlemen, but I need to have a word with Mr. Huntzberger about something urgent! Would you excuse him for a moment?"

"Emily! It's been too long!" he replied, and excused himself from the table.

"I don't know what you did or said to Rory, but you better tell me why the hell are you not able to let them be in peace!" Emily said in a firm voice.

"I just went over there to talk to her. And don't forget, it was good that I did. She would've bleed to death if I hadn't been there," he defended himself.

"You 'talking' could've just as well caused this. Since when does a grown man of your status go around intimidating heavily pregnant women to get what they want?!" she continued to accuse him.

"Did you know what her little stunt caused me? Let me tell you. Logan was engaged with Odette and had they stayed together, married, it would've led to my life's goal. That deal was worth over 40 billion! But like that wasn't enough, she turned my son against me. Logan is refusing his heritage, despite all I've done for him, all the times I've bailed him out," he explained.

"You talk about them like they're kids. They're not - Logan is approaching 40 for god's sake!" she argued. "Besides, aren't you the least bit interested that Logan became a father yesterday? She is your granddaughter!" Emily continued.

"I just want my son back," he shouted, drawing some eyes.

"Why are you so desperate?" Emily wondered, "if you weren't why not just wait it out? Not every marriage lasts, you should know that."

"That is none of your goddamn business, Emily!" he hissed and left the conversation.

Emily walked back to Luke's truck. She knew he was hiding something, and she needed to figure out what it was.