Stars Hollow was as quaint and bustling as ever. Luke Danes, owner of the town's favorite diner, was busy with the morning rush, his usual gruff yet efficient self. He moved between tables, refilling coffee cups and serving breakfast with a practiced ease that spoke of years of experience.

As he wiped down the counter, the bell above the door chimed, signaling a new arrival. He looked up, ready to greet the customer, but the words caught in his throat. A young woman stood in the doorway, looking around the diner with a mix of apprehension and determination. There was something oddly familiar about her, though Luke couldn't quite place it.

"Can I help you?" he asked, his tone gruff but not unkind.