Diner. Luke tells Lorelai that she's late. Lorelai apologizes. Luke says he asked Lorelai to get the truck back three hours before he actually needed it, so it worked out perfectly. "You rat!" Lorelai says. Luke asks if the truck's in Park and that the engine is off. Lorelai says yes to both questions, and hands him his keys. She thanks him and says she's been a huge burden over the past couple of days. Luke says he can't believe it, and storms out of the diner.

It's the mattress. It's in his truck. He says it's like a horror movie, and that he might cry. Lorelai asks him to help her take it somewhere. Luke says he doesn't know where the conveniently located mattress drop-off location is. Like the Stars Hollow dump? Lorelai asks him to store it for a while. Doesn't she have a garage? She says she'll have a charity come by and pick it up soon. Luke asks where his spare tire went. Lorelai realizes that she must have dropped it off at Yale. Luke asks her to try to get it back. Lorelai says that Paris might have made it into a planter by now. Lorelai says that Rory thanks him, too. "So, she's okay?" he asks. "She's fantastic," Lorelai says. She walks off.

Rory answers her dorm-room door. A million girls are waiting to come in. SnittyGirl who has no name yet tells Rory that they "Lorelai'd" a few places already to find good coffee. "Checked places out," the other girl explains. "Seems like the appropriate word," GirlIDon'tTrust says. She hands Rory a cup of coffee to thank her for last night: "It was a perfect first night at Yale." They ask Rory to come to Freshman Assembly with them. Rory says she will. Smell ya later, Paris! They then plan on losing their student IDs and going to take new pictures. Rory is with them on that, too. She takes a sip of coffee and says it is really good. She asks if they got it at the kiosk by the library. "Oh, you found it first," moans NeverTrustAGirlWithThatMuchHair.

Lorelai walks home, the sounds of strummy-strummy-la-la her only companion. She stands in her big empty living room and looks around. She pouts. She blinks. She looks up. She listens. It's just her. I'm pretty excited to see what's going to happen next.