Location: The Dragonfly Inn – Front Desk. Time: 11:45 PM (The "Third Wind" Hour). Atmosphere: Dimly lit, smelling of lavender and old books. Lorelai is leaning over the mahogany desk, a dangerously oversized mug of coffee in one hand and a half-eaten Red Vine in the other. She is squinting at a man named Barnaby, a mysterious guest who checked in with no luggage and a laptop that "hums too loudly." The Dialogue LORELAI (Squinting suspiciously) Okay, Barnaby—if that is your real name. Which, let’s be honest, sounds like a sidekick in a movie about a crime-solving basset hound. I’ve been watching you. Not in a "stalker-y, I have a shrine in my closet" way, more in a "I’ve seen The Manchurian Candidate three times and you’re twitchy" way.