When Luke left her at her door, Lorelai called Sookie at the inn and told her she'd see her in the morning. She shut her laptop, turned off her cell, and huddled under a blanket on the couch, still wearing Luke's clothes. She tucked her chin to her chest and turned on the television, thinking sleepily that maybe they were right—things turned out for the best. Jason didn't matter, things would sort themselves out with her parents the way they always did, Rory was perfect, the inn would be fine, and eventually, Luke would be fine too. She thought about his hand on her wrist, about walking home with him, and just before she fell asleep, wished she knew this certainty would last.

She was pretty sure it wouldn't.