Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities. Truth isn't. Mark Twain.

Jess is at the air port with Juliann and Jack. He is in the gift shop examining some of the postcards he comes across one with a poem on it:

I Like Canadians

By A Foreigner

I like Canadians.

They are so unlike Americans.

They go home at night.

Their cigarets don't smell bad.

Their hats fit.

They really believe that they won the war.

They don't believe in Literature.

They think Art has been exaggerated.

But they are wonderful on ice skates.

A few of them are very rich.

But when they are rich they buy more horses

Than motor cars.

Chicago calls Toronto a puritan town.

But both boxing and horse-racing are illegal

In Chicago.

Nobody works on Sunday.

Nobody.

That doesn't make me mad.

There is only one Woodbine.

But were you ever at Blue Bonnets?

If you kill somebody with a motor car in Ontario

You are liable to go to jail.

So it isn't done.

There have been over 500 people killed by motor cars

In Chicago

So far this year.

It is hard to get rich in Canada.

But it is easy to make money.

There are too many tea rooms.

But, then, there are no cabarets.

If you tip a waiter a quarter

He says "Thank you."

Instead of calling the bouncer.

They let women stand up in the street cars.

Even if they are good-looking.

They are all in a hurry to get home to supper

And their radio sets.

They are a fine people.

I like them.

by Ernest Hemingway

He thinks to himself how Rory would crack up at this post card. The first moment he ever spoke of his favorite author, Hemingway to Rory he quickly learned of her ill opinion of him. However, he hoped to change her mind as Hemingway only did have good things to say about her. He missed those times when he and Rory would spend hours arguing over music and books. Those simple times no longer exist as they both have grown up into different people. He knew who he was now and he like himself all the more. He owned part of a business he wrote one book and now he was working on another, he has an awesome girl friend from London who he loves. He had moved on from Rory. She said No, and that's the end of it. He has moved on, right?

Looking closer at the post card he began to wonder why the Nazi butterflies were attacking his insides. He was ready for Rory to leave, one more week and she would be home back in StarsHallow where she belongs, far way from him.

Juliann looks at Jess and notices him looking intently at the post card.

"Is it that great? Is the cheerleader from Heroes naked?" Jack and Juliann come up to Jess.

Jess quickly pops out of his trance. "Ah, no, just a lampoon postcard." Jess says quickly putting the card away, "Hey by the way the girl from Heroes is like sixteen I would watch it Juliann, you don't want another…"

" Hey!Hey! Shh…It was one misunderstanding; I'm telling the truth I didn't know she was only fifteen."

"So, Jess did you find anything for Becky?" Jack asks Jess as he takes a gulp of water.

" No. Not yet."

"Didn't you find something for Rory." Juliann said flipping through Seventeen Magazine.

"Yeah, A Ramones T-Shirt."

"Hmm…" Jack says to Jess.

"Shut it Dr. Phil, Nothing is going on between us." Jess said becoming defensive.

"I didn't say anything was." Jack says taking a step back.

"She just likes music, for instance the Ramones. It's just a gift for an obsessed band groupie, nothing more and nothing less." Jess said walking away.

Juliann leans over to Jack, "I thought the Ramones was his favorite band. Usually you like to share your favorite things with your favorite people, like how I like to share my knowledge of the Bunny position with my favorite people: Women." Jack stairs at Juliann…

" You're an idiot." He hits Juliann on the back of the head and follows Jess.

Back in Stars Hollow…

Lorelai is finding comfort in Sookie after Luke yells at her and goes away fishing. While she is hugging Sookie a familiar song begins to play in the back ground…Well, now, take down your fishin' pole and meet me at The Fishin' Hole,
We may not get a bite all day, but don't you rush away.

What a great place to rest your bones and mighty fine for skippin' stones,
You'll feel fresh as a lemonade, a-settin' in the shade.

Whether it's hot, whether it's cool, oh what a spot for whistlin' like a fool.

What a fine day to take a stroll and wander by The Fishin' Hole,
I can't think of a better way to pass the time o' day.

We'll have no need to call the roll when we get to The Fishin' Hole,
There'll be you, me, and Old Dog Trey, to doodle time away…

Lorelai looks at Sookie, " What's that? Is Jackson singing in the bathroom again?"

"It can't be Jackson were at the inn." Sookie said looking around.

Lorelai looks up towards the sky… "Ok, Luke, Its time to wake up, I can't stand Jackson singing."

Jackson appears and he has a fishing pole and he's singing the theme song to the Andy Griffith Show.

Luke wakes up startled and looks around. He sees he's at his apartment and the TV's on to, The Andy Griffith show. He looks to his left and sees Lorelai sitting in the bed with popcorn and eyes glued to the TV. She notices that hes now awake.

" Sorry, I Couldn't help myself. Its just one of those catchy tunes." She begins to whistle.

Luke waves her down… " What's going on?" He asks a little confused.

Lorelai begins to look more concerned at Luke "Are you ok? Did you drink the Dayquil again?"

"NO!" Luke sits up. "Don't you remember our argument about us getting married?"

Lorelai looks a little shocked, "Were getting married?" Lorelai takes a bite of popcorn.

Luke looks at her for a minute and begins to realize the argument was just a dream.

"Kirk and Lulu are getting married but we haven't discusses this… do you want to get married?" Lorelai begins to become more serious.

Luke stairs at her and abruptly says, "I'm going fishing." He kisses her on the cheek and then lays back down.

" Ok." Lorelai says continuing to eat her popcorn.