Lorelai slammed her Jeep door shut and immediately the car began to feel stuffy. Her breath felt like it was caught in her throat. She rolled down her window and inhaled the fresh air that blew in. For a moment she was calm, the air comforting to her and then reality caught up to her. Instead of the wave of calm the wind had brought it now brought the smell of manure from the nearby stables and the sounds of Michel calling her back to the phone. Lorelai quickly rolled up her window. She was tempted to just stay in her car shut away from the world when she saw the front door of the inn open. Fearing that it was Michel coming to shove the phone at her and force her to talk to Christopher, Lorelai started the engine. As she drove out of the inn's lot she made a note to change the phones at the front desk to ones with cords.

The trees flew by outside her window and her thoughts began to drift to Christopher. Needing something to do, Lorelai began to fiddle with her radio dial. Some sad love song was on the first station. Lorelai turned the knob of her radio. The next station was also a sappy love song; in fact it seemed as if every station was playing the same generic love song. Lorelai shut the radio off quickly. With the silence came her thoughts of Christopher. Her foot pressed a little harder on the pedal. The needle on her speedometer inched towards eighty. The speed made Lorelai euphoric. She smiled, almost forgetting what had made her speed in the first place.

Lorelai set the pizza down next to her bowl of popcorn. She pressed play on the DVD player, now hooked up to a smaller screen television. The huge plasma lay forgotten in a box in the corner. The David Bowie quote disappeared and Anthony Michael Hall began narrating. Lorelai picked up the pizza box and settled back on the couch. All of the sudden Lorelai heard a knock on the door. A little frustrated because someone was ruining her movie night, Lorelai set down the slice of pizza that had been halfway to her mouth and sighed. Tugging her track jacket down so that it met her sweat pants, Lorelai shuffled to the door. She pulled the door open to reveal Logan standing on the porch. Lorelai was a bit stunned by his appearance at first. He seemed to glow in the moonlight, his movie star looks standing out against the darkness.

"Logan. What are you doing here?" For some reason Lorelai suddenly became aware of the mess that was her hair.

"I was wondering if Rory was here." Logan smiled.

"No she's not," Lorelai replied as she pulled the elastic from her hair and smoothed the fly aways around her face.

"Oh…" Logan shuffled from foot to foot, unsure of what to do. "Well do you happen to know where she is?"

Lorelai shook her head, trying to clear it of the initial shock from seeing Logan. "I don't know, maybe she left a message on my phone. I haven't checked my messages recently. Come in while I check." Lorelai held the door open and Logan walked in. Lorelai pulled her jacket down again. Logan stood in the foyer, arms crossed, waiting for Lorelai to move. Running her fingers through her hair nervously, Lorelai lead Logan to the kitchen where her purse was. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Got anything except bottled water and coffee beans?" Logan joked.

"Actually you're in luck. I went grocery shopping yesterday and brought some of that new Pepsi jazz stuff." Lorelai handed him a can.

"Thanks." He popped open his can with a snap. Lorelai nodded at him and then picked up her phone from within her purse. She dialed voice mail and then listened carefully.

"Nope, no new messages," Lorelai informed Logan as she put the phone back in her purse. "Are you sure she didn't say anything to you? Maybe she mentioned something in passing?" Logan shook his head. "Great. This is so not like her."

"Look I didn't mean to worry you. I'm sure she's all right." Logan took a nervous sip of his soda.

"It's not your fault. It's a mother's job to worry." Lorelai pulled her phone back out of her purse and dialed voice mail again, to make sure that there were no messages. She shook her head when the calm female voice informed her that no one had left a message in the minute since she had checked. Lorelai hung up and then began to dial Rory's number. She heard the other end ringing. Logan took another swig of his soda. The door bell rang. She still listened to the phone. The doorbell rang again.

"Should you get that?" Logan asked. Lorelai was pulled out of her worry for a moment as she walked to the door, still clutching the phone to her ear.

"Chris!" Lorelai practically dropped her phone.

"Look Lor…"

"What are you doing here?" She hung up the phone and set it down.

"You wouldn't talk to me on the phone, so I had to come see you in person." Lorelai scoffed and began to shut the door. Chris pushed the door back. "And I'm not leaving until you talk to me." Lorelai looked at his hands on the door and calculated whether she could close the door with him resisting. Deciding that she couldn't, she sighed and crossed her arms.

"So talk."

"I want to start out by saying how sorry I am. Sorry for not being the kind of husband you wanted. Sorry for not being there for you when your father was in the hospital. And sorry for…for cheating on you."

"And?"

"And what do you want me to do to make it better?"

"Make it better? Chris there is nothing you can do. We're through."

"Through for now."

"Chris you are so…tenacious."

"Just get me Jack Black."

"Chris..." Lorelai shook her head.

"Tell me there's a chance we'll get back together." Chris's eyes pleaded with Lorelai. She shook her head.

"Did Jude Law and Sienna Miller ever get back together?"

"Is that supposed to be a response?"

"Don't you dare get mad at me!" Lorelai put her hand back on the door, preparing to slam it shut. "You're at my house. You're the one who's begging for forgiveness. You barely have a leg to stand on."

"Look Lor I know what I did was wrong." Chris let go of the door and moved towards Lorelai reaching out to her. She recoiled. "I know that. But I can do better. I promise. I love you Lor. Even after I..." he couldn't bring himself to say what he had done. "I couldn't stand to look at the woman. I could barely stand to look at myself. I was disgusted by what I had done to you. I broke it off, but she kept calling. And all I could think about was that I hoped you never found out. It was over and I wanted to be back with you. Because I love you Lor. I love everything about you. Your smile, your eyes, your hair." He reached for her again. This time he grabbed her arms.

"Chris get out!" Lorelai tried to pull away from him, but he was too strong.

"I'm not leaving until you take me back, Lor." Chris's hands tightened on her arms. She swore she could feel bruises forming.

"Get away from her!" Logan had arrived in the foyer. He grabbed Chris's hands and began to pull him away from Lorelai. Chris seemed shocked by Logan's presence and he released Lorelai's arms. He stumbled backwards. Then he was brought back to reality. He looked at Lorelai, wincing in pain as small purple fingerprints appeared along her arms.

"Oh my god Lorelai! I'm so sorry!" He moved back towards her, but Logan barred his way, stepping in front of Lorelai defensively.

"Just get out Chris," Lorelai mumbled pathetically.

"I didn't mean…Lor…"

"She said get out!" Logan roared at Chris. Lorelai just stood behind him, cowering. Chris looked at Logan, sizing him up, trying to decide if he could take him.

"You have my number Lor. Call me when you want to talk." Chris turned and began to walk out of the still open door.

"Yeah if she wants to talk," Logan told his retreating back.

"You know what…" Chris turned on the porch, facing Logan, but he didn't move inside. "Maybe if you spent more time with my daughter the two of you wouldn't be having any problems."

"Who told you that?" Logan snapped back.

"Why else would you be at your girlfriend's mom's house on a Friday night?"

"Chris don't start this," Lorelai finally regained her voice.

"Whatever." Chris waved his hand impatiently at the two of them before he slammed the door, leaving Logan and Lorelai staring at it.

"Are you ok?" Logan asked, turning to look at Lorelai. He gently lifted her arms and examined the bruises.

"Yeah. It's not a big deal." Lorelai shook her head, clearing her eyes of tears. Logan released her arm.

"Not a big deal? Rory told me that the two of you were having problems, but I didn't think that it was this bad." Lorelai nodded just to have something to do. "So there's no chance you two are getting back together?" Logan asked half sarcastically.

"Not a chance." Lorelai touched her bruise, tracing it with her finger.

"Guys with diffuse speeches can't win you over?"

"Not this one." Logan nodded. There was a silence. A faint ticking from the clock in the kitchen was the only thing that told Lorelai she had not passed out, yet. "So you and my daughter are having problems?"

"No. At least I don't think so. I'm not having problems with her."

"Well I hope you two can work it out. I'd hate to lose my knight in shining armor." Logan smiled and Lorelai laughed, but it was so faint that it was barely audible. She felt something dripping down her arm and looked down. A red trail was forming on her arms, starting where Chris's nails had dug into her skin. Following her gaze, Logan looked at her arm.

"You're bleeding."

"It's ok." But Logan brushed her off. He grabbed a tissue from the box on the table nearby and began to gently dab at her arm.

"Do you have any disinfectant?" She walked into the bathroom and pulled a bottle from under the sink. She began to undo the cap, but Logan took the bottle from her hand and did it. When he touched the tissue to her skin Lorelai's arm burned but she wasn't sure if it was from the alcohol or his touch. He smiled at her and she gave a weary smile back.