Here's the next chapter. I hope you liked the last one. I think I liked it the best, I didn't even plan to write half of that but whatever. Now on with the writing.

The white clouds went by, the dry and light grass showing through the white moisture. She stared out the window although she didn't see any of this. Rather she was thinking. More analyzing, and contemplating then anything else, but she was still thinking, in her own little world.

Rory Gilmore had had a hard life. Well I suppose it wasn't as hard as some have had it but so far it had been pretty bad. These last two years had been especially bad. When she thinks about what's happened these last two years, the same emotions envelope her: sadness, anger, happiness, thankfulness, dread, fright…and the most dominant feeling of all was that of being trapped. This was the one thing keeping her from living her life the way she needed to. Up until today she didn't know how to get past it, but now all that's changed. This is why she was here. No matter how hard this was going to be for her, it was the only way she wouldn't feel trapped anymore.

So sitting on the pale leather couch, staring out the small window, Rory sat. She thought about what had gone down over the last day and she thought of what she was going to do over the next.

"Um…Miss?" A small voice interrupted her thoughts.

Rory turned to face the owner of the voice.

"Sorry to interrupt but we will be landing shortly." The small middle-aged woman informed her.

Rory smiled warmly and thanked her for telling her.

Rory looked down at her hands. Realizing the irony of it all. Dylan comes to Boston looking for Amber. Gets arrested. Rory is now flying to Utah to see Dylan willingly. Now isn't that just ironic?

The plane landed and Rory looked out the window. 'Utah here I come!' She thought to herself.

She stepped off the private plane and onto the stairs that led down to the asphalt of the airport. She then thanked Greg, the pilot and Mandy the flight attendant and went on her way to her rented car that was already parked for her. It was the exact same car she drove at home and she smiled at how funny the thought was, because she just said any old car and they gave her a silver Porsche. It was a wonder what a last name did for you. She got into the car, settling herself into the leather seat and she drove off into the city.

She passed large buildings and saw the lake. 'They don't call it Salt Lake City for nothing.' She thought to herself.

She passed major intersections and then started to search for the right street.

"Larson…Crawford…Kellick…Peterson!" Rory shouted looking at the street signs. She made a right and saw the large resort a block away. (A/N: Btw I just made up these streets, random ones that I've seen before, if these are real streets in Salt Lake City then I didn't know.)

Rory parked the car and checked in at the counter. The young girl at the counter stared at Rory for what seemed like a lifetime. It was funny that if you were rich you were treated like a celebrity.

She got into her room and then looked at her watch. 2:30. Time for coffee.

Rory called room service and decided to spend the day in her room pigging out on expensive food.

Back at Tristan's, Tristan was watching TV while Amber crawled around on the floor. She stood up and walked. Tristan watched her carefully and smiled, knowing it was her first time. He picked her up kissed her cheek and then tickled her, all the while forgetting what had happened just the day before.

The next morning Rory woke up in her plush king size bed, in her large suite. She looked at her watch. 7:00. Visiting hours just started. She got up packed, took a shower, changed her clothes and then packed up the last of her things.

She checked out got into her car. She called Greg to ask him to get the plane ready. She would be there in about 30 minutes. She drove the short ride to the high security county jail in Morrison just outside of Salt Lake City. Most of the people there were from out of state. (A/N: Again made it up)

Rory parked in the big parking lot after getting her ID checked and cleared. (A/N: no idea what happens when you go to a jail)

She exited her car and went into the big building. It was a police station on the first floor and the basement was used as the jail.

Rory walked up to the counter and requested to see Dylan.

"I'm here to see Dylan." She said simply.

"Your name?" The officer asked.

"Rory Gilmore" Rory replied.

"It says here that Dylan and yourself have had bad relations in the past." The man said looking up from his file.

"Yes, that is true but I have to do this, it's personal." Rory explained firmly.

"Well as long as you know what your doing." He said and when she nodded, he picked up his phone and called another officer to escort Dylan to the visitor station. He glanced at the file one more time and upon noticing that Rory was the reason of his being here, requested extra security in the room.

Rory was directed to the room and she went and sat down. Dylan was escorted in shortly after and he sat down across the table from her.

"Orange suits you." Rory said smugly.

"Don't it?" Dylan said sarcastically.

"So how you like it here?" Rory asked, motioning to the place around her.

"Cut the crap Rory. What the hell do you want?" Dylan shouted.

"I want a lot of things. I want you to be dead, or at least never let out of jail. I want world peace. I want less humidity. But I didn't come here to tell you that." Rory spat out.

"Sorry babe I'm still alive, so what do you want to say to me." Dylan said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Do you have any idea what you've done to me? What your actions have done with my head? I can't trust any guys I date anymore and it's all your fault! It's your fault I accused Tristan of cheating on me, and it's your fault that in my mind I replay what happened over and over and it sickens me! I love Amber but how I got her sickens me to no end. I don't resent her for it I resent you for it! I came here to tell you all this just to get this to take back control of my life! You can't control my life anymore Dylan! And for the record, you don't have a daughter! You don't have any right to claim her! As far as she knows, Tristan is her father!" Rory yelled standing up.

At that moment, Dylan slapped her.

The guards took a step forward. Rory held up her hand to stop them.

"It's alright. Because that didn't hurt. And that will be the last time he ever does that!" She said leaning over the table, still directly looking at Dylan.

"Hope you like it here Dylan, because you're going to be here for a very long time, and I hope you like your extra 3 years because of that slap too." With that Rory left the room, leaving Dylan, the memory of that night. She no longer felt trapped.

Rory walked out to her car and right before she got in she looked up. She felt free. She felt like she really could do anything. Even though she could feel her face turning red. She didn't feel pain, she felt happy. Because that slap wasn't a sign of anger to her. It was a promise that it was the last time she would ever feel that way.

Lorelei really was a genius.

There's the next chapter hope you liked it. I sure did. It's not too long though. Sorry about that.