Author's Note: Many thanks to Leigh Ann (leighann415) for writing "Next Generation" and giving me permission to continue it! Wheels were turning almost before I'd finished it! This clearly isn't a one-shot, but I do have ideas for Chapter 2. Please do R&R! :)

It had taken some time, but Mary's old apartment was beginning to feel like home to Rose. She felt her mother's presence everywhere. She knew without a doubt this was where she belonged. She and Meredith had made a date to hit some thrift shops and hopefully find some 70s-era furniture and décor. It probably wouldn't be possible to make the place exactly like the photos they'd seen, but it couldn't hurt to try.

Looking around this place, Rose couldn't help wondering about her mother's life here. She'd heard so many stories, especially about the bad parties. Suddenly, she found herself wishing her mom was here, so she could ask all the questions she'd never thought about while she was alive. Tears began to come into her eyes. After quickly drying her eyes, Rose realized she couldn't cry. That's not what her mother would want. She looked around the small living room, seeing the boxes still unpacked from her move. She had no desire to go through it all, at least not now. But then she remembered, she'd brought a few of her mom's things with her. When her mom passed away, she'd been too scared to look at any of it. The memories were too painful. But it might be OK to do it here, where her mother's spirit seemed to be all around.

Slowly, Rose walked toward the box. Her mom had always been something of a pack rat. Rose chuckled, remembering how her dad used to joke about the things she'd kept. Now she was glad for that. She found pictures, mostly of herself as a kid. Mary had always expressed regret about putting her news career ahead of her daughter. At one point, Rose was angry about that, but in time, she began to understand how much the news meant to her mom. Beneath the pictures were a few plaques and awards, given for her work in broadcasting. There was even something here called a "Teddy Award." She looked at it in confusion. It was one she'd never seen or heard of before. Then there were old cards and letters. Rose looked at the names written on them. Who were Murray, Ted, and Mr. Grant? Rose thought she'd heard those names before, but she'd never paid attention. Suddenly, she began digging faster, wondering if there were clues buried in here. Something made Rose gasp in surprise. Her mother's address book! Mary wasn't fond of technology; she preferred to keep things old-school. Instead of phone contacts or Facebook friends, this was how Mary had kept tack of people's information.

She eagerly flipped through pages. Some names she knew, like her grandparents and people her parents had socialized with. But other names were less familiar. Then, Rose's heart stopped. There was an entry labeled Grant, Lou, and the word "Mr." in parenthesis. There was an address in California, and a phone number! Before Rose was even aware of what she was doing, she was pulling her phone from her pocket. Her fingers shook as she dialed. She had no idea what she'd say when someone picked up the phone.

"Hello?" The man sounded like he'd just woken up.

"Is this…..Mr. Grant?" Rose could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

"Yeah. But nobody's really called me that since…..who is this, anyway?"

"My name is Rose Cronin. I just found your number in my mom's old address book."

Lou couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You're Mary's daughter?!"

"Yeah," Rose said.

"Listen, I heard she passed away. I wanted to come to the funeral, I really did. But I just couldn't do it. She was like my own daughter." Lou smiled. "I guess, in a way, that makes you my granddaughter."

Rose smiled. She sort of liked that idea, especially with both her parents gone now. "I'm actually in Minneapolis," she said. "I've moved into my mom's old building. Her apartment, in fact."

"Wow." Lou smiled again, remembering all the times he'd been there. All the parties. "Listen, this is gonna sound strange, but I'd kind of like to see the place sometime."

"Well, I just moved in, but Meredith and I are going to try to find some 70s stuff so it'll be more like when our moms lived here."

It took Lou a second to understand what she meant. Both Mary and Rhoda's daughters were now living in 119 North Wetherly. The thought was mind-blowing, yet somehow right. "I don't even know what to say. I haven't thought about that place in ages."

"I know," Rose said. "Mom used to talk about it, but I didn't really listen. That's sort of why I was calling. I guess there's a lot I never asked her about."

"What do you want to know?" Lou suddenly found himself flooded with memories he'd thought were locked away. He'd tried so hard not to think of Mary since she'd passed, but now she was in his mind as she'd been while she was alive.

"So many things," Rose said with a laugh. "Mom said she moved here in 1970 and got a job at a TV station. I can't imagine doing something like that. But I guess, now I have."

"Yeah," Lou said. "She interviewed with me at WJM. I was looking for an associate producer. I wanted to hire a man, but something about your mother changed my mind."

Rose smiled, remembering how her dad always talked about his first meeting with her mother. He said that the moment he met her, he knew she was the one. Mr. Grant must've had a similar experience. "There's so much I want to ask you, but I don't think I can do it all on the phone. Would you really want to come and see this place?"

Lou didn't hesitate. "Absolutely. Just tell me when and where."

As Rose and her mom's old boss coordinated schedules, she couldn't help thinking of one thing – wherever she was right now, her mom must be thrilled.