It was ten years after Mike had come to visit her that Rory had another experience with a person appearing from her future. In that time she'd accepted that either her brother, now nine and already resembling his twenty-year-old self, time-traveled to talk her out of marrying Logan or she'd made the biggest mistake of her life based on a dream. She chose to believe the former as she was flying high in her career and had married a wonderful man who loved her insanely, and who she loved back with nearly the same intensity. She'd run into her old friend Marty five years before and had somehow fallen into a relationship with him, marrying him after two years together. He'd never asked her to sacrifice a single day's work for him, or to move across the country, or to stay home with the kids the were already working on having.

This time around it was her sister Gigi who popped in for a chat after Rory made a monumental mistake: she accepted an invitation to meet Logan Huntzberger for dinner. It was during a weekend that she was in his neck of the woods for a story and had had a fight with Marty right before leaving. She hadn't seen Logan in years but agreed to go with minimal hesitation -- she was married, as was he, according to Connecticut gossip, so what could it hurt?

A lot, apparently, because the second she laid eyes on his handsome face, doubt crashed into her with the force of a tidal wave. His casual, "Hi, Ace," and kiss on the cheek had her mind racing with what-ifs and how could you have listened to a dream? Instead she asked, "How's your empire?" Because it reinforced what future Mike had told her about Mitchum dying and leaving it all to Logan.

"My father left big shoes to fill, but I do okay." Logan shook his head. "To this day I can't believe the old man gave it to me. I think it's just because Claire insisted on naming our son after him." Claire, his wife and mother of the Huntzberger heirs. Rory smiled politely and thought of Marty's excitement over the prospect of fatherhood. Logan changed the subject smoothly. "So I hear you've lived up to your name, Ace. You've had an impressive career -- not that I ever doubted you would," he added with his most charming, disarming smile.

"It's everything I wanted," she said quietly and toyed with her glass. Logan sighed and the charm disappeared, leaving his face naked and almost vulnerable. "Why'd you do it, Rory? I can't figure it out. We had a great thing."

In that instant she wanted to say I don't know, it was stupid. I miss you. The realization that she did miss him was a shock to her system. "I had a premonition into our future that I didn't like." She said instead. "I didn't want to become your parents, and we were headed in that direction even before we got married." Logan was quiet for a minute, then said, "I know. I didn't then, but I can see it now."

That night Rory slept with Logan and then slipped out of his bed like a thief in the night while he remained oblivious in sleep. When she returned to her hotel room, the guilt already gnawing at her, Rory opened the door just in time to see Gigi materialize in front of her. She didn't recognize her at first -- this girl was probably in her early twenties with heavy blonde bangs and tight pants -- but it didn't surprise Rory when the girl greeted her with "Hey, sis."

"Gigi."

Her sister smiled tightly. "Good, I don't have to waste time. You really fucked the dog, Rory." Gigi's language didn't even make Rory blink -- somehow Mike's brief comments about Gigi ten years before painted an accurate picture of the type of girl Gigi'd grow up to be, and at fourteen-years-old now, she was already headed down that bad girl path.

"Seriously, if cute little Stars Hollow knew of your penchant for married men, they'd brand you with a scarlet letter so fast. Dean, Logan….who's next?"

"Look, I'm not about to sit here and let you insult me. And I can't help but think that you're probably the pot calling the kettle black."

"Hey, I may not be innocent but I'm not a cheater." The sisters glowered at each other for a moment before Gigi sighed heavily. "Fine, look, we may not get along that well, but I like Marty and I don't want you to fuck up his life. Don't tell him about this little indiscretion -- or any others you may have later in life."

"Why would I tell him? It would only hurt him."

Gigi shrugged. "Yeah, well you did. It crushed him, and the divorce knocked him into a depression."

Rory didn't understand why she would have told her husband that she'd cheated on him. This…thing… with Logan had been a mistake, a bump in the road, but Marty would understand if she decided to come clean with him. Her sister seemed oblivious to Rory's internal debate and pushed on. "Marty hates Logan, remember? Always has, and you turn around and screw the guy. Way to go, sis." Gigi's voice was dripping with contempt, and Rory glared. "Why should I listen to anything you say? You obviously don't even like me."

"I may not like you a lot of the time, but I still love you. Besides, you listened to Mike without even believing he was your brother."

"Because he told me things that came true right away."

Gigi rolled her eyes. "Whatever. He told you those things because he wanted you to change them. I'm doing the same thing."

"So why did you come this time and not Mike? And how do you guys do this?"

"How isn't important, and because Mike got his chance. This one was mine. Plus he's too wrapped up in mooning over Martha Belleville to see straight." The mention of her goddaughter piqued Rory's interest. "He's seeing Martha?" Gigi snorted. "Hardly. Star's Hollow's other shining star barely acknowledges his existence. He's just convinced they were meant to be. She's big on Broadway," Gigi explained tersely at Rory's question about the shining star comment. "Anyway, I'm not here to talk about them. Just don't tell Marty, okay? You'd spare a lot of devastation, and not just for him. Think about your kid."

"Yeah, okay," Rory snapped as Gigi crossed her arms and disappeared. When Rory opened her eyes moments later to see the bland hotel pillow pressed into her face, she all but snarled into it. Had Gigi's visit been a dream as well? More importantly, would she take her sister's advice and not tell Marty about her momentary lapse in judgement with Logan? She needed real, corporeal, trustable advice, and there was really only one person she could get it from.

With a sigh that caught in her throat, Rory reached for her phone and called Paris.

Paris, of course, told her not to be an idiot and to keep her mouth shut, but all Rory could think about on the flight home was future Gigi and the size of her attitude. Rory almost wanted to tell Marty just out of spite, or at the very least to prove that these dream visits were a figment of her imagination.

But then she got home and came face to face with her husband and realized that her dream had been right: Marty would be crushed if she told him and it would be incredibly selfish to do so. So she decided to sit on her secret for awhile, and when she saw fourteen-year-old Gigi later that week at Friday dinner, she vowed to spend more time with her little sister. Weeks later when she and Marty were celebrating her newly discovered pregnancy, foretold by future-Gigi just before she'd vanished, Rory decided that Logan had been a blip on the radar and it would be best for all concerned just to put the incident behind her.

So, once again, Rory found herself taking the advice from a sibling visiting from the future and wondered if there was something seriously, legitimately wrong with her.