Rory arrived quickly at the lobby area. Paris noticed her immediately.

"Well, well. Too bad you didn't wait a little longer, I was just about to solve world hunger."

"Paris, I wasn't expecting you."

"Clearly." Paris managed in her most antagonistic tone.

Rory was trying to think quickly without a battle erupting with Paris. She walked toward Mr. Pearson's desk.

"Hi, Mr. Pearson, it's Rhetta Haymore again. I'm not sure if you remember from earlier. I just moved in today. I would like to add my friend Paris to the approved visitor list. I'm sorry for any hassle my oversight has caused. And, while I'm here, I would like to add Dr. Steven Anderson to that list as well."

"No problem, Miss Haymore. Please, sign this form here and we'll update the file." He had a genuine smile, if he was upset by Paris, he never let on.

"Thank you again, sir. Have a good rest of the day." As Rory started walking toward Paris, she realized she didn't have her elevator card. She stopped and turned back to Mr. Pearson. "I'm sorry to be such a bother, but in my hurry to get down here, I forgot my elevator card. Would you be able to let us up?"

"No bother, miss. Let me get you another one, it will just take a minute." He walked behind his desk and punched some numbers into a machine and it quickly spit out a new card. "Here you go."

"Thank you. I really appreciate it." Rory started back towards Paris again.

Paris had been listening to her conversation and quickly caught on. She realized her misstep by not calling before showing up. Lorelai had mentioned the media circus surrounding the Turkey debacle, so an apartment under a false name made perfect sense. Paris was not one to feel much of anything let alone remorse, but she was sorry and hoped she didn't ruin anything.

Paris and Rory got on the elevator in silence. Paris finally caved. "You know, if you would have been taking my calls, I wouldn't have had to track you down like Dog the Bounty Hunter."

"I take it Doyle is still a big fan of the show?"

"He is. I'm sorry Rory, for showing up like this. I didn't know about the fake name." Paris spoke softly, Rory knew she was sincere.

"I know Paris, I'll explain when we get to the apartment."

They arrived at the apartment and Lorelai gave Paris an unimpressed stare. "Paris, I told you I would be in touch when things were sorted out. Barging in here is not okay." .

"Maybe being here is exactly what is needed. I've waited for weeks to talk to Rory and nothing. I am a doctor or close to one, I can probably be of more help than any of you. You don't think I'm concerned, that I don't miss my friend? What in the hell happened and why can't we talk about it?" That remorse Paris felt earlier was gone, now she was just angry. She wasn't told anything about what happened to Rory and she was done with it.

Lorelai and Chris both geared up and were ready to take on Paris. Rory noticed the tension building and she knew she was the only one that was going to make it go away. She took a deep breath and started... "Paris, I haven't talked to anyone since I've been back, not to any of my friends, so please don't think I singled you out somehow. Can we eat while the food is still a little warm and I promise I will tell you what I can after."

"Fair enough, but I'm not leaving without answers." Paris sat down at the island with Luke and Chris. Lorelai and Rory stood on the opposite side setting up the food. It took a minute for them to find the silverware and the paper plates that Lorelai brought.

"This is some place you have, Rory." It was the first time Paris actually looked around since arriving.

"Yeah, it is really nice. I'm not sure how I feel about it all yet. It's very large and much too lavish than anything I'm used to. The security is great, which I guess is the reason I'm here."

"Speaking of security, Rhetta Haymore? Where did that come from? Obviously, I get Haymore with Hayden and Gilmore being your parents. Rhetta?" Paris had calmed down and was actually having a conversation without her notorious snide undertone. This time Lorelai interjected, "You know, I've been meaning to ask that myself and forgot. Who came up with Rhetta?"

"It wasn't me, so that leaves you Dad. How did I become Rhetta?" Rory was just as curious.

"Well, it's nothing all that clever. It came to me on my drive to New York to look at apartments for you. I was flipping through the radio stations when I stopped on an oldies country station. My grandpa Hayden and I used to listen to old country music a lot when I was really young, anyway I was caught up in family nostalgia and the next song that came on was a song by Loretta Lynn. Loretta and Lorelai have the same letters in the beginning, I dropped the Lore and that left Retta. Retta and Rory sound a little similar, so I added an "h" to Rhetta for my Grandpa Harrison; and, that my dear, is how you became Rhetta. And yes, Haymore is the combination of our last names, not nearly as ingenious, I know."

"Well, that is interesting. I don't know much about Great Grandpa Harrison, I would love to hear more about him sometime. Rhetta Haymore is a good name, I'm glad it has meaning."

"Sure kid, I would like that too." Chris was a little relieved. After he thought back, he realized he never even ran it by her. He had to fill out the paperwork at the Huntzberger building, he put the name down without a second thought.

Rory was slowly clearing the food cartons. Lorelai got up to help. It was dead silent and nobody was making an effort at conversation. They knew Rory was nervous with them all there. It was Luke to offer up an idea.

"Hey, why don't you two stay tonight for a girls night or whatever it is you call it. You can help Rory unpack and you can talk. Lorelai, I can come back and get you tomorrow. Chris, you mentioned some business you needed to do here in town, right?"

"Yes, I do. Actually, I will be staying in New York tonight, I can give Lore a ride back to Hartford tomorrow if you want to meet us there?"

"That will work, what do you think?" He said looking at all three of the girls.

Lorelai gave him a nervous smile, the idea excited her tremendously, but she wasn't sure Rory would go for it. She looked at Rory. "It's your call, hon. Are you up for guests tonight?"

"Yes, that sounds good. I know I can use the help with all these boxes. Thank you Luke." Rory smiled. She was still nervous, but you could see some relief on her face.

"Ok, I'm going to go back down and get the last boxes from the truck and I'll head back soon." Luke started toward the door when Chris stopped him.

"Hey, I'll go with you. I have a few more boxes in the car too. Plus, we can drop off these carts. Rory, can we get an elevator card?"

Rory handed Chris the card and the two headed out. Once out of ear shot, Chris spoke... "thanks for that back there, I know how nervous she was. That was a good call."

"I couldn't handle seeing her like that. As much as I want to know what is going on, Lorelai is heartbroken by this. If this can give them an opportunity to talk then so be it. I'm guessing having us out of the picture might make that easier. And, I might be the odd guy out here, but I'm glad Paris is here. She won't back down when she starts to shut down and I know Lorelai will."

"You are absolutely right; Paris is a bull dog. But, there is no doubt she cares about Rory. She does get to say things most of us can't. Oh, to be a fly on the wall tonight."

Chris and Luke finished unloading the last of the boxes into the apartment. Chris reminded them he was only a phone call away if they needed anything else that night. Rory thanked them both, they said their good-byes and the guys headed out.

Across the hall, Logan was brought out of his slumber from the vibration on his night stand.

"ello" Logan said without checking the id.

"Logan, how wonderful of you to join us today. Oh, that's right, you didn't."

Logan groaned inwardly as he realized who it was. He sat up in his bed. "Dad, I told you I would possibly be in today. Per YOUR orders, I did fly to San Francisco and back in the last 24 hours."

"Yes, you did. However, I checked the flight manifest and the plane landed last night at 11. There is no excuse for not being briefed by now, it is after 6:00 p.m. in case you are unaware of the time considering I just woke you up."

"I am aware of the time. I was doing research late last night into the early hours of the morning. I had several follow up calls to make today and it was just as easy to make them from my office here as it was walking across the street." That was all a lie, but Logan thought he could sell it. However, Mitchum wasn't buying it.

"I have a feeling your definition of research and mine are quite different. I know for a fact you didn't get into your building until after 1 p.m. and you were wearing the same clothes from yesterday."

"Always a reporter, aren't you Dad. As for my research, I think there are more similarities than you would care to admit. Now, do you want to be briefed or do you want to continue to comment on my apparel?"

"Actually, I have dinner plans to attend to. Meet me in the office tomorrow morning at 7."

"It's Saturday, tomorrow."

"Yes, I am well aware of what day of the week it is, Logan. Since you had an impromptu day off today, it should be no problem for you."

"See you tomorrow, Dad." Logan hung up the phone regretting answering in the first place. He got out of bed and walked out to the kitchen for some water. There was a huge mess on the stove and counter that was not there when he went to bed. "Dammit, Finn. Why can't you clean up after yourself?" Logan knew he was talking to himself, if Finn didn't come home until after him, he surely would be passed out cold for another 4-6 hours.

He walked over to his guest room or as Finn would tell him, his room; and, sure enough, he was passed out, barely on the bed. Finn and Logan have been friends since their first boarding school in 8th grade. There were several boarding schools in the picture prior to graduating high school. They came back to the US to attend college at Yale, an alma mater for both families. After graduation, Logan was forced immediately into the family business. Finn belongs to the Morgan family, a prominent name in the hotel industry. They own thousands of hotels across the world. Finn's so-called job is visiting these hotels and what he actually does is a mystery. He finds himself in New York quite often, and being in New York means being in Logan's suite.

Logan was trying to recall exactly what happened last night. Finn had met him at the airstrip when his plane came in last night. He insisted they go to a new club. Logan was tired, but he knew it was impossible to say no to Finn. The club was pretty incredible. They ran into several old friends from college, they were enjoying the music and drinks and after close, they moved the party to a suite at the Ritz. After way too much to drink, Finn disappeared for the night. Logan assumed he found a lady friend willing to join him for the evening and likely booked his own room. Logan too had a woman latched on his side. She wasn't the next scholarly ambassador by any means, but she was hot and fortunately what he had planned for her didn't involve talking. He booked himself a room and she eagerly joined him.

Logan smirked thinking about the events of last evening. It made going into the office on a Saturday morning somewhat worth it. He walked into his study and sat down at the desk. He noticed another set of notes he was working on before his trip. The name Rhetta Haymore circled repeatedly in red pen. Since meeting Christopher Hayden two days earlier, he knew there was something with this woman. He was slowly recalling the events earlier with Paris, he was now even more certain of it. He couldn't recall the name Paris kept mentioning, he needed to get downstairs and talk to Mr. Pearson before he left for the day.

On his way downstairs, he decided to give his friend Collin a call. He had asked for a background investigation on Rhetta. "Hey man, I tried calling you earlier." Collin answered.

"Oh, I must have missed it. It was a long night, I was sleeping this afternoon."

"Yes, I know all about your night. Finn's fifty video messages made me feel like I was there. Looked like you scored a hottie, at least the one was in the video Finn sent of your tongue in her mouth for 15 minutes. However, knowing you, there was more than one in that situation last night, Right? Now, why in the hell did you have to go out on a Thursday night. You knew I couldn't go."

"Sorry, man. That was all Finn. I can't get into all of it right now, I'm actually calling for a reason. Were you able to look into that item I asked about yesterday." Logan was walking into the lobby now. He needed to be discreet.

"I did, that was why I was calling."

"And?"

"She doesn't exist."

"I knew it! Thanks Collin. I'll call you back later." Logan knew something was off about it all. Now, he needed to have a conversation with Mr. Pearson. He was going to know who his mystery tenant was by the end of the night, no matter what it took.