It's five o' clock in the morning, and Lorelai is shrieking. As any good mother would do, I race down the hall and throw back the door.
"What's wrong, baby?"
She's sitting up, but I can only tell that by the shadow. Her little shoulders shake with sobs, "You pushed the elevator button."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Next time I'll let you push the button. Now, go back to--"
"No, the doors closed and you left me! You left me!"
"It was just a bad dream, now put your head on the pillow and dream of something nice like ice cream."
The door creaks as I close it, and I shake my head. Three months ago SHE was the one who jumped in the elevator and let the doors close on ME before I raced down three flights of stairs to catch her. So, who should be having the nightmare here?