She still felt his lips pressed against hers after he had already removed them and he stood before her, smiling at her. But she still had her eyes closed, focusing on the earlier event.
"Open your eyes baby. Open your eyes." He said gently.
She did as he told her and found herself still siting on a window bench. Only the room had changed.
"Where are we? What did you do to me? Where are we? Did you…Did you drug me or something? Are you going to…" she screamed.
"No. Shh baby. Shh. Just be quiet and see. Don't talk just let it all come to you. I am not going to hurt you baby, I would never do that, Never, and I think you know that." He said calmly.
She glided down from the window sill and looked around the room. There was a huge dollhouse on one side and a bed on the other. She narrowed her eyes and looked at him.
"Where am I? What am I doing in my mother's bedroom? What are we doing in my mother's bedroom?" she said a little bit too loud.
Her tears long forgotten, had stopped running down her cheeks a long time ago.
"Look around baby. Look around and tell me what you see." He said slowly.
"I see my mother's bedroom." She snapped.
"Look closely baby. Look closely." He said again.
She stared at him.
"What is it with you? Why are you always calling me that? Baby. I have a name you know, a real one. It is Rory, and I want to be called that. Rory. Do you hear me? You didn't even tell me your name." She stated.
He shook his head and smiled at her.
"I know your name Rory. I am sorry if I insulted you in any way." He said.
"What is your name? You didn't tell me your name." She stated.
"And you don't look closely." He said.
"Fine." She said and looked around the room.
"And? What do you see?" he asked.
"My mother's bedroom." She said again.
He sighed.
"You can call me any name you want." He said.
"Dodger." She smirked.
"Oliver Twist. A good choice, a very good choice. I'm honoured." He smiled.
"But what is here to see…I don't see…" she said.
She stopped mid sentence when a girl entered the room, a girl a little younger than herself, sixteen maybe. She flopped onto the bed and stretched her body, her long dark hair falling down on her shoulders. She was only wearing a white nightgown, and Rory's mouth stood open. This was her mom, her mother, the one woman she loved the most, the one person who was her best friend. And she was lying down on her bed now pulling a pink comforter over herself, her mother. Well a younger version of her mother, but still her mother. Rory didn't understand. That was not possible, not possible. Her mother was a thirty five year old woman and not a sixteen-year-old girl. That was so not possible. She smiled and walked up to the bed her much younger mother lay in and flopped onto the bed. She put her arms around her mother. But her mother didn't react. Rory started to shake her gently, as if she was in her dream and would have to wake her mother up to wake herself up. She shook her harder and harder, but the girl didn't stir.
"What…who…where…" Rory said unbelievingly.
"I told you Rory. I would show you how it would have been if you had never been born." He said as if it was the most natural thing on the world.
"Yeah right. Is this a prank? Who is behind this?" Rory said.
She jumped of the bed and opened the door of the bedroom to find nobody standing there. She ran to the window and looked down onto the grounds surrounding the Gilmore mansion.
"Mom!" Rory screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Baby. Nobody's here. Nobody can hear you. We are just here so you can see. Nothing more. Really. She can't hear you." He said referring to the younger version of Rory's mother lying on her bed with a pencil in her mouth, staring intently at a piece of paper.
"Don't…" Rory started.
But she stopped herself. This was too much, just too much. First this man…as if he was a man, jumped out of her dreams and then her mother. Not only her mother a younger version of her mother lying on her bed. Suddenly the ring of a phone stopped her train of thought. The younger Lorelai looked up irritated and reached for the phone to pick it up.
"You're disturbing my studies that will bring me the Nobel Prize. Talk. Fast. I need to pick out a dress for that ceremony, in which they will present me with this prize." Lorelai rambled.
"Chris? Is that you? I thought you were on a date with that Trixi bimbo you met earlier."
"Oh come on Chris! You know I can't come now. You got Trixi. I got my Nobel prize studies." She continued.
Rory giggled. Her mother letting go of a date to study? That was new! Brand new to be for sure. Her mother would have never done that, not in a million years.
"Fine. Go. Have fun with Trixi. But don't come crawling to me when you want to study again. I'm too good for you. Me and my Nobel are too good for you." She said.
"Oh come on! I got my life back on track! That's exactly what you should do…I mean after all I lost…yeah. Fine. Go. Have fun. Yea. Bye." Lorelai said.
"What did she lose? Did she lose…" Rory started.
He nodded.
"She lost you. You said you wanted to know how it would be like if you had never been born." He said gently.
"You took me here to show me that my mother had lost me to gain strength?" she asked confused.
"No Rory. Were not finished yet, not yet. Come here." He said softly.
She looked at him with her huge blue eyes. Tears threatened to chase each other down her cheeks again. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly to himself.
"Don't call me Rory." She whispered in his ear.
And this time it was her who started the kiss. It was her who pressed her lips tightly against his. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she could feel nothing but his mouth against hers, his lips against hers, his tongue against hers. Their lips dancing.