Room 213 [laaaaaaaaate at night]
Of course she couldn't sleep.
Seriously. After...what, six months? Six months of mourning Anakin and loathing Vader and begging and pleading, Rory had finally gotten what she wanted.
And Gilmore or not, it wasn't something that happened that often.
So she'd tried to sleep - the overwhelming exhaustion was certainly appealing - but every time she shut her eyes, she relived that first glimpse of him over Luke's shoulder. The rage, the frustration, the confusion.
But mostly, that first smile. And that's what kept her away from much needed rest.
Which was why sometime after it stopped being night and started being morning to the nitpickers, Rory finally got out of her bed - carefully and quietly, so as not to disturb Luke - and perched on her desk to look out over the snow.
Seriously. After...what, six months? Six months of mourning Anakin and loathing Vader and begging and pleading, Rory had finally gotten what she wanted.
And Gilmore or not, it wasn't something that happened that often.
So she'd tried to sleep - the overwhelming exhaustion was certainly appealing - but every time she shut her eyes, she relived that first glimpse of him over Luke's shoulder. The rage, the frustration, the confusion.
But mostly, that first smile. And that's what kept her away from much needed rest.
Which was why sometime after it stopped being night and started being morning to the nitpickers, Rory finally got out of her bed - carefully and quietly, so as not to disturb Luke - and perched on her desk to look out over the snow.