Five years after Gigi appeared to her in the hotel room in Boston, Rory received the last visit of her life from someone in the future, this time from her own daughter. She'd just finished putting little Lila (or Lorelai the third) to bed and was working at her computer when the chair in the corner was suddenly occupied by a teenaged girl with brown hair who was wearing a school uniform. Rory stopped typing instantly to stare warily. "I know my mother did not have any more children," she began after a moment, causing the girl's brown eyes to light up with laughter. "C'mon, Mom, don't you recognize me?" Rory stared again and shook her head in disbelief. "You're four."

Lila laughed. "No, I'm sixteen."

Rory studied her daughter, or the image of what her daughter would be in twelve years. "You're beautiful."

"It's the Gilmore genes. We need to talk, Mom." Lila jumped topics so quickly that it took Rory a second to catch up, and when she did she sighed and nodded in understanding. "I didn't think you just popped in for a visit. What did I do this time?"

"Well, you left Dad and married Logan Huntzberger."

"I did not," She said after a full minute of shocked silence. Lila nodded firmly. "You did. Who's from the future, here?" Rory leaned forward in her chair as if to get closer to the truth. "But how could I? I love your Dad and I haven't seen Logan in years." Lila shrugged. "My theory is that you love Dad but you're still in love with Logan." Deep, deep down Rory knew that her daughter's theory had serious merit. But instead she said, "But I'm happy with Marty and you and my life. How does that change?"

"You'd never tell me -- you guys divorced when I was eight -- but Gigi and Mike told me the whole story when I was about fourteen. Apparently Dad thought you were working too much and becoming distant and all that, and he accused you of an affair. You got pissed and couldn't handle him not trusting you." Lila shifted in her seat for comfort and Rory waited miserably for the rest of the story. "Long story short, your relationship soured and you ended up leaning on Logan for support because he'd gone through practically the exact same thing a couple years before, and you and he hooked up pretty much as soon as the ink was dry on your divorce papers."

"Oh god," Rory moaned, horrified with the future Lila was painting for her. "Was he crushed?"

"Dad was pretty upset, but it was actually his idea to break up. I only came here to tell you not to marry Logan, not to not divorce Dad."

Rory's brow furrowed in confusion. "Wait -- what?"

Lila looked at her in a way that made Rory feel horribly naïve. "A leopard can't change his spots for long, Mom. Logan travels constantly for business, he's in the office late every night….I'm sure you can guess what comes next."

"He cheats," Rory surmised, unsettled to feel something akin to jealousy at the idea. Lila nodded. "Yup, and you know about it." She made a face of distaste and said, "But you 'still love him' so you stay. It's awful."

Rory frowned. "I sound kind of weak, don't I?"

"I think it's just guilt," Lila corrected. "Do you really think it's worth it to stay with a man who's pretty much influenced your entire life and still cheats on you just because you feel guilty?"

"No, it isn't," Rory said quietly as a realization dawned on her: every single visit she'd gotten from the future was in regards to not doing something where Logan was concerned. Don't marry him, don't tell that you cheated with him, don't marry him (again). It really seemed like the universe was trying to tell her something, and it was about time that she got the message.

"I mean, honestly Mom, Logan Huntzberger isn't all that great, and I could really do without the nightmares I call step-brothers."

Rory smiled at that -- she'd heard through the grapevine how wild Logan's two sons were already, and they weren't even ten. "Was I around enough when you were younger?" She asked suddenly and almost dreaded the answer. Lila thought for a second. "You were there for every big thing, but not enough of the little stuff." In other words, no. "I'm sorry." Lila smiled. "You can change that, you know. I'm only four, remember." Rory was about to say more, but there was a knock on the door from Marty asking if she wanted to watch a movie. She was about to say no, then glanced back at the chair where Lila was sitting. It was empty and Rory realized she hadn't just woken up this time around. Her daughter had visited from the future and she was still awake. It hadn't been a dream.

But instead of freaking out, Rory smiled and opened the door for her husband, telling him she'd love to watch a movie. When he beamed, she realized that she really did love Marty -- and Logan. She would probably always love Logan on some level, but at that moment she decided that she wanted to be Rory and Marty, never again Rory and Logan.

Halfway through Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, Rory turned to Marty. "We have a great kid, you know? She gets it all from you." Marty kissed her and teased, "I am pretty great. Looks are all you, though."

"It's the Gilmore genes."

Nine months later, Rory and Marty welcomed a son into their family that Rory was pretty sure hadn't been around in future-Lila's world. She often expected to get another unexplainable visit from another time, but one never came and Rory figured that maybe she was finally doing something right.

Rory would never know that something in the universe held a special place for the Gilmore girls, because as long as there was a girl with those genes, she'd be getting a little help from mysterious visitors from the future from time to time.