"Kurt, you home?" Rachel shouted, shoving the rusted door of their apartment open. "Santana?" She called out. "Nobody?" She closed the door behind her and locked the deadbolt.

"Nah, somebody." She heard from the kitchen. She paused and jolted up.

"Who is it?" She said, a sense of fear washing over her. "I'll call the cops I swear." She pulled her phone out of her bag.

"Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world." The guest crooned. "She took the midnight train going a-ny-where." She squealed in delight.

"Finn!" She squealed and ran to him. "I've missed you so much, I have so much to tell you. You've been-" She paused and paled. Finn frowned.

"What?"

"I was there, I saw you."

"Where were you?" He scrunched his eyebrows worriedly.

"Your funeral." She whispered, tearing up. She reached her hand out to touch his face and he reared back.

"You don't want to do that."

"Just let me prove you're real. Show me I'm not crazy, show me I really see you!" She reached for him before he could duck.

"Rachel." He shouted, but it was too late. Her hand had reached him, and clearly felt nothing. She dropped to her knees and sobbed a bloodcurdling sob. She couldn't tell which was worse- the fact she had lost her mind, or the fact that Finn really was gone.