"Richmond." Lorelai finally declared. "Ha. Your turn." she smiled.

Luke chuckled. "Alright." he paused for a moment to think. "Ripley."

Lorelai's eyes narrowed. "You're making that up."

"Am not." he defended. "It's a town in Ohio."

"Ohio?" Lorelai repeated. "When did you go to Ohio?"

"I have family there. My parents and I used to go every summer before my mom passed away."

Suddenly it fell quite inside the truck. "Oh." Lorelai replied after a hesitation. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. It's a small town, not many people know about it."

"Not about the town." Lorelai confirmed."Your mom." she added. "I'm sorry."

Luke looked puzzled. "Lorelai, you knew that my mom isn't with us anymore."

"Yeah." Lorelai replied. "I've just never heard you say it." She gazed out her window.

"It's not a big deal." he replied lightly. "Come on, your turn." Lorelai didn't reply instead she continued to stare at the passing scenery. "Out of places already?" he asked teasingly. "Then I guess I win." He boasted.

Lorelai cracked a smile. "Riversdale."

"Oh, now, I know that's made up." Luke laughed.

"Is not!"

"Then where is it?" he asked.

Lorelai's eyes beat back and forth as she thought of a state. "Um, Uh, California." she replied proudly.

"And when have you been to California?" continued Luke.

"Well, I haven't, but when we get there, I'll prove it." Lorelai raised her chin.

Back in Hartford, Emily looked at the clock. It was nearly 11:30 and Lorelai had still not came downstairs. Usually, by now she was in the kitchen annoying the maid to fix foods that Emily and Richard would never eat, or she would be on her way to the garden to read one of her books. Richard stepped out of his study and headed towards the kitchen. Before he could enter the door, Emily abruptly stopped him.

"Richard." Emily called in a concerned voice. "It's 11:30."

Richard glanced at his watch. "So, it is." he proceeded to walk into the kitchen.

"Richard." she called again. "Lorelai hasn't came down from her room, yet."

Richard turned and faced his wife. "Emily, do your random statements have a point of conclusion ?" he asked.

"She's always down from her room by now."

"Perhaps she's not feeling well today." Richard concluded.

Suddenly, a sparkle entered Emily's eyes. "I can send the maid up to gather her laundry. She can tell me what Lorelai is doing."

Richard laughed softly. "Emily, darling, if you so highly concerned, go upstairs yourself."

Emily's brightness faded. "She's furious with me. I know it. You go."

"I'm going to the kitchen to pour myself another cup of tea." Richard turned and walked towards the kitchen, this time stopping for nothing.

Emily sighed and rolled her eyes. When she reached Lorelai's room the door was shut tightly. She knocked and when it didn't open, she knocked again. "Lorelai." she called through the wooden door. "Please open the door." Her wait proved useless. Her temper began to flare. "Lorelai, open this door." She demanded. She began to fiddle with the door knob and to her surprise it twisted effortlessly, it wasn't even locked. She opened the door and burst into Lorrelai's room.

"Richard!"

The panic and fear in Emily's voice sent Richard gunning up the stairway. When he reached Lorelai's room he found Emily sitting on her daughter's bed holding one of the many dolls that decorated Lorelai's room.

"Emily." Richard softly spoke. "Why on earth did you scream like that?"

"She's gone." Emily announced sadly.