Chapter Five - The Haunting of Logan Huntzberger
Rory picked up the phone. Again. How many times could Logan call in one day? At the moment, she'd rather talk to Paris than London.
"Hi, Logan, what's up?" she asked, wondering when she could get back to her book. "Another Mrs Kim sighting? Are you sure?" She rolled her eyes. "Okay, I can believe she broke into your hotel room, but I can't believe she'd be following you ever since… Yes, I remember telling you it was paranoia, and to go sightseeing over the weekend, take your mind off it, but I can't believe you'd see her dressed as a guardsman, a beefeater, or a pearly king, whatever that is. Next you'll be telling me you tried stopping a policeman and it turned out to be… Oh, so that's exactly what you were going to tell me."
Rory sighed, wondering whether to just hang up. At least she had timezones to hide behind so she didn't have to listen to him 24/7. "Okay. so what do you want me to do about it? Mrs Kim is a force of nature… You want me to get Lane to call her off? I can't do that, Logan... Logan, please don't cry. Logan? Logan?"
All she could hear on the other end of the phone was crying. Maybe Mrs Kim had finally caught up with him. After a few more minutes of no response she hung up, only for the phone to ring again. With trepidation, she picked it up, only to hear her mother's voice coming out.
"Hi Mom," she said, ready for a long catch-up with Lorelai. At least it would give her a rest from Logan.
It was the next day, in both London and Stars Hollow. As Mrs Patty and Babette gossiped about Logan, and what Lorelai had told everyone in Stars Hollow in strict confidence, far away in London, the subject of that gossip,Logan, after a long-distance pep talk from his father, had finally pulled himself together.
Safe at work, having warned security about Mrs Kim, he drew the office blinds, partly to darken the room for his powerpoint presentation, partly in case Mrs Kim suddenly appeared doing a spot of window-cleaning.
Back to his old self, calm and self-assured, he waited as his co-workers entered the room, taking their seats.
It was a whole three slides into his presentation, when he saw the confused faces of his friends, some of them laughing. He looked over at what was being projected and saw Mrs Kim's face, with the words "YOU BREAK YOU BUY!" in an imposing font.
He walked over to the curtains and pulled them open, and, as he saw Mrs Kim standing there, a squeegee in her hand, he fell to his knees, putting his arms up in surrender.