Rory's damn Prius drives up to Christopher's mom's house. The best thing about the Prius? Its sweet, sweet parking spaces. Never another car around for miles. And this is really funny, this shot here, because you can tell Alexis Bledel is nervous about hitting her mark with the car, not wanting to drive out of frame, so she's concentrating while trying to look like she's effortlessly driving, as she lets the car roll for about twenty feet before hitting the brakes. There are probably people at the front of the car, too, making sure the car stops before it rolls over the sandbags where the tires would be. Rory strums and las to the front door. She rings the doorbell. Christopher answers. Rory says she heard about his dad. Chris says he figured she would at the Friday-night dinner: "God, is today Friday?" Rory says she didn't realize how serious it was. She has brought a bag of cookies and milk. Christopher invites Rory in. Hope his mom isn't sleeping. Or mourning. Because someone's gotta watch the baby.