"That's true, too," Rory agreed about some things not changing.
She rolled her eyes at his teasing. "This is only my third cup today. That's low," she said with a smile. "Luke - the guy that owns the diner we go to all the time - keeps telling me it's not too late for me not to have my mom's eating habits. I'm not so sure."
"Of course she is. It's not like me to just disappear," she agreed quietly. "I always show up where I'm supposed to, when I'm supposed to." She set down her mug went to the fridge, pulling out a small dish of chocolate pudding after a few moments and closing the door behind her just in time to see John rubbing his eyes. She followed where his gaze would be going and noticed the empty space on the wall.
"Uh... no. It was there. Now it's not." She blinked a few times, "How does a phone just... vanish?"