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Recap

"So, what happened exactly?"

She sighed long. "I came home, and I...heard a noise. It came from upstairs," she continued. "I went to see what it was. I thought it was just Rory home from Yale," she explained. "But it wasn't. It was..."

Tears filled in her eyes.

"Yea?" Asked Luke. "Who was it?"

"I'm not sure. He was wearing a mask. He was going through my underwear drawer and there was another man taking things from my room, but I don't know what he took."

"Then what happened? How did the place get trashed?" Luke said, trying to hide his fury.

Off in Lore-land

"I'm not sure. I was unconscious part of the time."

"Okay, well you need some rest. You can't stay here. I'll carry you upstairs so you can get dressed, and you can stay with me. Okay."

"Oh," she sighed thankfully. "Luke, I'm not so sure."

"Well I am, Lorelai. You're staying with me."

"I mean you've already done enough. Just being here for me is everything. Really, Luke. I can't stay with you. I'll stay with Sookie, or Rory. I don't want to get in the way."

"No, Lorelai. You're staying with me, you won't get in the way. That's it. It's final, you're staying with me. Don't argue."

Lorelai smiled. "My, God. You can be stubborn."

"When it comes to your safety, yea. I'm a little obstinate." Luke was now smiling back at her. Lorelai kept on smiling, not knowing what else to do. Luke didn't even notice she was uncomfortable. He was too busy thinking. Staring. Staring into those big, blue, angelic eyes as deep as the ocean. Lorelai. The name repeated itself in his head.

"Luke," she interrupted his thoughts.

"Yea," he jerked himself back into his body. He was off in Lore-land. A place where magical thoughts occur.

"You said you were um, going to take me upstairs."

"Oh, right. Sorry," he lifted her up off of the ground. The cold ground she was earlier forced on to be beaten. He carried her upstairs carefully.

"I feel like we just got married," said Lorelai, smiling. Luke let her go at the top of the stairs right outside her bedroom door.

"I wont be a minute," she said, as she walked in, closing the door behind her.

Luke sighed long. He stood by her door, arms crossed, and returned to Lore-land. "Oh, my God. She was beautiful," he thought. "Why was she only wearing a bed sheet though? Did they rape her? Why didn't she tell me the whole story? I'll get it out of her somehow. Maybe she is planning on telling me." Thoughts continued shooting through his head. Shooting from one thought to the next like pinball. "Okay, I'm dressed,"

she said, opening her bedroom door and stepping out. She looked beetter. Not as devastated as she was when he arrived. She was smiling. Waiting for him to say something, she stood still. Hoping he'd break the silence. "Um, Luke," she said.

"After you, Lorelai." He said, welcoming her with hand gestures to move forth downstairs.

She hurried downstairs. "They took off with most of my stuff. I don't have anything else to wear but this. And look at me! I don't even match."

"Lorelai, we'll take care of that. I'll take you shopping tomorrow, soon as we wake up, okay."

"Yea," she hugged him as she walked. "Thank you, Luke."

He smiled, and pulled her close. "You bet."