Rory is on the phone with Honor, who is standing outside some Greek hotel, self-consciously smoking and talking shit about her parents. She says she doesn't mind coming home for Logan, seeing as how her mom flaked out, and that her dad knows about the accident, but won't be coming to the hospital. Rory is incredulous, and asks why. Honor says it's because Logan got hurt in a Life and Death Brigade stunt, which their father is very against. "But," Rory says, incredulous, "he was in the Life and Death Brigade." Honor says that's true, but that Daddy Dearest thinks he knew when to grow up and leave such shenanigans behind, and Logan doesn't: "He wanted his precious boy done with that by now. So, he's boycotting." Rory is really mad: "He's boycotting his own son? Logan had emergency surgery!" Honor says it's typical Huntzberger hypocrisy, and that she'll try to get there as soon as she can. Rory hangs up, and thinks quietly for a second before pulling Logan's cell phone out of her pocket and scrolling through the numbers. She finds the one she's looking for, places the call, and gets her BITCH ON. "Mitchum Huntzberger?" she says. "It's Rory Gilmore. I just thought I'd call and remind you that Logan is lying in a hospital bed with a partially collapsed lung, and a whole host of other potentially life-threatening injuries." She doesn't even pause before lowering the boom: "And I'm figuring, a guy like you, surrounded by nothing but a bunch of terrified sycophants, might not have someone in his life with the guts to tell him what an incredibly selfish, narcissistic ass he's being, so I thought I'd jump on in. Swallow your pride, get in your car, and come down here and see your son. NOW." Sure, maybe it was inappropriate. Yeah, perhaps it's not her place, but...you go, Rory. For once, do anything but shut up.