Lorelai Gilmore-Hayden, known more commonly as Rory, resisted the urge to wrinkle her nose as her maid began to plait her hair. She waited for the torture to be over and the maid dismissed before she let out a heavy sigh. It had been a long day and a longer week. It wasn't a common occurrence that in less than a senight that you lost the grandparents who raised you in a car accident, and then were told you were being shipped from the only home you knew to the mother you didn't know. To a town you didn't want to know.

From Kent, England to Stars Hollows, U.S.A. She had never been there before, only to Hartford, which was only a thirty-minute bus ride, or so she was told. She'd lived in Hartford until she was two, then moved to New York City. At eleven, her grandparents brought her to England for schooling. Now, at sixteen, she was moving yet again.

Lorelai Gilmore, the mother who was taken away from her only a few days after birth. When Lorelai had implied to raise her without her parents involved, Emily and Richard couldn't bear it to lose both their daughter and granddaughter. So they fought Lorelai in court for full custody, saying they could provide a more stable environment than a sixteen-year old girl. Apparently, the courts were inclined to believe them.

Rory knew her grandparents had sent letters throughout the years with pictures and stories of her, but she herself had never seen any letters coming back. So the woman who she was to live with, Rory knew nothing about. It was worse than starting the new school when she had arrived in England.

She was terrified, but she didn't want anyone to know. For the first time in her life, Rory Gilmore-Hayden would be completely alone. Not even her maid would travel with her.

There was nothing worse, in her mind, than entering hell completely blindfolded.