Amy glanced around the small airfield where they landed and sighed. They were only about an hour away from Stars Hollow but it still felt to close. Her eyes landed upon the town car waiting at the end of the runway. "Thank you, Marcy." She mumbles to herself as she folds the send faxes up and shoves them into her purse. She carefully makes her way over to the car with her children tailing close behind her. Emily was the first to get in followed by Ethan then Amy. "Stars Hollow." Amy calls out to the driver as she pulls the door shut.

Soon the hour drive to Stars Hollow ended and the fancy, expensive car pulls into a parking lot in the center of town. Amy had to take several deep breaths before she could get out. She thanked the driver as she walked away from the car, children in tow.

"It hasn't changed." Amy mumbles as they walk down a partially deserted sidewalk. The small family walked past a bookstore who had several unattended tables outside with books on. She can't help but shake her head. So trusting. But these people had every right to be. The crime rate in Stars Hollow was nonexistent according to one of the faxes that Marcy sent her. They stopped at the tables and she watches as her children began to shuffle through the books, looking for something to suit their young minds.

As the children entertained themselves at the tables of books, Amy sat down on a nearby bench and just took in the sights. She smoothed the wrinkles out of her white business blouse as a strange thought popped into her mind. She was wearing an outfit that she would of laughed at six years ago. It consisted of a pair of casual black pants, a white blouse and a pair of white Nike tennis shoes that went with about any outfit and a pair of white ankle socks. Over top the blouse she wore a light blue sweater that Daniel had bought her two years ago as a birthday present.

A single tear slips down her rosy cheek at the thought of her deceased husband. She missed him and couldn't deny it. Her thoughts are cut short after she notices that her children were done with their browsing and had found nothing to satisfy their curiosity. Amy can't help but catch her reflection in the bookstore window. She had changed. Her hair was no longer black and sleek but was now a light blonde and curly. Her body had also changed. After the birth of Emily she decided to not lose all her baby fat. She kept over half of it making her look healthier than before. A tattoo wrapped around her right ankle. It was a chain of hearts, each one colored a different color and symbolizing something different in her life.

"Didn't you find anything?" She asked after returning to her children. Emily shook her head fiercely. "No Momma. They didn't have anything that I wanted." The child pouted slightly. Amy chuckled at her daughters actions before turning to Ethan. "Don't you want anything either?" Ethan looked at his feet sheepishly. "No mom. I don't think I'll get anything this time." His voice was quiet. She smiled at the boy and ruffled his hair. "Ok. How about we stop back another time and see what they have?" A series of "Yes" could be heard as both children answered at the same time. She shakes her head and begins to walk. The children stay by her side for a little while before tearing off down the street, chasing each other. She would of usually yelled at them but she didn't have to worry about them getting hurt here. It was to calm and quiet.

Amy eyes each child as they chase each other around trees. Emily looked like her before she had left. She had soft black hair with blonde highlights. Her eyes were sky blue which she got off her father. She shakes her head at the thought as if to say don't go there. Her eyes then move to Ethan. He was a slim boy with dirty blonde hair which he got off his mother and forest green eyes that he got off his father. People always found something on Ethan that they compared with Amy. But the truth of the matter was Ethan wasn't Amy's son. Not by blood. When Amy had met Daniel those six years ago, Ethan was two. Daniel had been married before but his wife had died giving birth to Ethan which was their only child. As soon as Amy and Daniel started to date Ethan attached himself to Amy and began to call her mom right away. After Emily was born adoption papers were put into play. Daniel adopted Emily and Amy adopted Ethan.

She was pulled out of her musing after hearing her daughters screams of pain. Amy's eyes widened as she took off down the street. She had slowed during her day dream so her children had gotten ahead of her. She skidded to a stop once she located the crying child who was being comforted by Ethan and a older man. "Emily. What happened?" She rushed to her screaming daughter and gathered her into her arms. She smoothed down the back of the child's hair and looked to Ethan. "What happened?" She asked the shaking boy.

Ethan looked at his mother and wiped his nose. "We was playing tag and Emmy, his nickname for his sister, ran into that man." He pointed to the bewildered man standing about three feet from the scene. "I tried to get Emmy to stop crying but I think she skinned her knee."

Amy finally got her daughter hushed and began to survey her for damage. "Your ok. We just need to get those cuts washed out." She stands up, lifting the little girl in her arms. "I'm sorry sir. My daughter wasn't looking where she was going. But may I ask you if there is someplace by where I could get a paper towel and water."

The man blinked and nodded. He had been staring at the women since she arrived to comfort the screaming child. "You can come inside and I'll get you the things that you need." He unlocks the door and steps inside waiting for the women and children to follow. Once inside he set off to find a rag to wet.

Amy looked around the inside of the building. It was a restaurant of some sorts. Or maybe a coffee house since her nose was detecting the small smell of coffee. She frowned slightly. She had given up her coffee addiction when she found out that she was pregnant with Emily. She watched as the man left the room. "Ethan why don't you have a seat while I get your sister fixed up" Amy pointed to a chair in front of the counter. She sat down beside him and placed Emily on the counter.

The man stood in the shadows watching the small family with a grim look on his face before stepping forward and handing her the rag. "Here you go. I don't remember seeing you before. Are you new in town?" He was just curious now.

Amy takes the rag and begins to clean Emily's scrapped knees. After she is done she placed the child on a stool beside her and hands the man back his rag. "Yes. I'm actually here as a representative of Fine Print Inc. It's a publishing company and we were hopping to move a branch into this area." She was careful to keep her voice business like. She holds out a hand. "I'm Amy. Amy Sinclair."

The man takes her hand and shakes it. He takes note of her firm handshake. "I'm Luke. Luke Danes and this is my place." He motions with his hand to everything around him.

Amy's eyes widen as she drops his hand. She swallows. "These are my children, Emily who is six and Ethan who is eight." Her voice cracks a bit.

Luke nods to the two children then looks back to Amy. "Sinclair? Any relation to the congressman?" He was more than up to date on currents lately.

Amy nods. "He was my husband." She says quietly as she wills the tears not to fall. It was still a touchy subject. "Thanks for your help, Luke. But I think we need to be going. I need to find the mayor."

Luke watches her amused. "Stars Hollow don't have a mayor, Mrs. Sinclair. It has a chairman of business and your looking at him."

Amy blinks and her mouth forms a perfect O. "Well then, Mr. Danes. I think you and I will be seeing a lot of each other for the next couple of days. I hope your wife won't mind?"

Luke shifts, uncomfortable. "I'm not married." He says quietly as he fixes his backward baseball hat on his head. "I was close once but...It just didn't work out."

Amy's heart breaks hearing him talk. She was glad that he wasn't married but sad that he didn't seem happy. "Well then. We should get down to business." She says quickly, changing the subject to something safe.

Luke nodded and leans on his elbows as he listened to her idea. It wasn't a bad idea. It would bring in much needed money for the town. But soon her words began to swarm together. She felt familiar. But where did he know her from?