Sam was the only person present when Finn entered the room one day. Both of them had showed up early for glee rehearsal, so it would be a few minutes yet until the others showed up. Everybody was getting pumped for Nationals, and Rachel and Kurt were especially excited because of their upcoming NYADA auditions.

Sam didn't look up, instead focusing his attention on a fist-sized purple gemstone. Finn silently sat down beside him.

"What have you got there?" he asked. Sam jumped in surprise.

"Oh, it's just a...trinket I carry around with me."

"You were staring at it pretty intently."

"Yeah, well...it's important to me."

Finn nodded, his gaze shifting to the stone. It seemed to have a kind of light inside of it, and Finn swore he saw images. In fact, it looked like...

"Whoa, I think I can see my house inside of that rock." Finn said in surprise. Sam instantly stiffened, then stuffed the stone away.

"I knew I shouldn't have pulled this out in school." Sam looked very on edge. "Can you just, like, forget what you saw?"

Finn was confused, but intrigued. "Wait, are you saying that I was actually seeing my house inside of that thing? What is it?"

"It's...complicated. I don't want to draw attention to it, though."

"Hey, I may not be too bright, but I've seen my fair share of weird stuff." Finn said.

Sam didn't look too convinced. "I'm serious. This rock is far beyond human understanding. The man who gave it to me told me it was incredibly rare."

"Well where did that man get it from?"

Sam shook his head. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

"Okay...there's this man...called the Doctor."

Finn's eyes went wide with realization. "You've met the Doctor?"

And Sam was just as surprised.

Both were even more surprised when they saw Santana standing in the doorway.

"Hold up. How do you two know about the Doctor?"

The three stayed perfectly still, nobody making a move or saying a word. Finally Sam broke the silence.

"Last summer, just after my family had moved into Kentucky. There was an alien in town, and I helped the Doctor go after it."

Finn and Santana nodded. "Did you get to go into space?" she asked him. Sam smiled.

"Yeah. We had to chase it to a mine inside Pluto."

Finn pouted. "I never got to go into space. When I met him we stayed in my house all day."

"Finn!" Carole Hudson called. "I have to work late tonight, so you might be in bed by the time I get home!"

Finn's mother came over and ruffled his hair, kissed him on the forehead, then left. Finn stayed where he was, staring out the window. The rain pounded on the glass, and everything he could see was completely drenched. He watched his mom's car drive away, splashing through huge puddles. Finn sighed and kept staring. Tiny rivulets ran down the window in front of him. But something was...off about them. Finn didn't know very much about physics, but he was pretty sure that raindrops don't run up window. Yet they were doing just that, right in front of his face. Up, and down, and sideways and in little circles. The only constant factor in their movements was that they seemed to be converging in the center of the window. A puddle was forming vertically on the pane. Finn looked closer, trying to see if there was any way he could make sense of it.

And then the puddle morphed into a terrifying, fanged face. Two-dimensional on the glass, with hollow dry spots to represent it's eyes and mouth. Finn cried out and tripped over his own feet as he backed away. When he looked up, the face was gone.

Convinced he was just imaging it, he ran off to watch cartoons.

An hour later, Finn hadn't moved form his spot on the couch. This could easily be passed off as him just being lazy, because let's face it - at 12 years old, Finn didn't have much in the way of ambition. But this time it was something else. Fear.

Finn nervously looked at a window. He had specifically chosen to watch TV in this exact spot because it was far away from the windows. As he watched the window, he was certain that something was looking back. His suspicions were confirmed when the water sitting on the window briefly took the shape of an eye. Finn gulped.

Something was in the rain.

And it wasn't just the shapes that he kept seeing in the windows. There was a tapping. Like somebody or something was trying to get his attention. The sounded would be lost in the pitter-patter of the raindrops, but Finn had been listening to it all day and could easily distinguish it from the other noises.

*tap tap tap*

Finn pulled the blanket closer to him.

*tap tap tap*

He turned up the volume on the TV, trying to focus on the cartoons.

*tap tap tap*

He looked at the clock. 2 PM. His mom wouldn't be home for several hours.

*vwoorp vwoorp vwoorp*

That was not a tapping noise. Finn turned his head in the direction of the sound. it was coming from the kitchen. Slowly he got up, being careful not to go near the windows. For now, though, the tapping and the faces had stopped. Perhaps the other noise had scared off whatever was watching him.

Carefully, young Finn peaked around the corner and looked in the kitchen. There was something there, but it didn't look sinister. Just...odd.

A big blue box, with "police box" written on it in white letters. It was a completely foreign object to Finn, but at least it looked human. And the police were good guys, right?

Finn edged himself over to the doors of the box, step by step. Eventually he was standing in front of the doors. Taking a deep breath, he held up his hand and knocked on the door.

He had barely knocked once before the door flew open. Standing in front of him was a man. He didn't look like a policeman, but Finn had scene cop shows on TV and knew that sometimes they wore casual clothes. Still, this man was dressed odd - a tweed jacket, suspenders, and a bow tie. Who the heck wears bow ties these days? Finn thought.

"Ah, finally some service! I would like to order your finest steak with a side of Silurian salad. To drink I would like...has Chai Tea flavored Pepsi been invented yet, or am I too early?"

Finn could do nothing but blink. Did this guy thin he was in a restaurant? He said the only thing he could think of.

"Um...I think you have the wrong address."

The man looked at him quizzically, then looked around. "Ah. it would appear that you're correct. I was trying to get to Almiar. Did you know that they've been voted the best fine dining establishment in this arm of the Milky Way for 300 years in a row? Not human years of course, The planet has an orbit three times shorter than Earth's. Is that where I am? Earth?"

"Yeah. Lima Ohio." Finn paused, then added for good measure. "USA."

"Well, at least I got the "kitchen" part right." He walked over to the calendar. "And the year too, technically, though it doesn't help much when I'm over a billion miles from my destination."

"Um, Mr, I don't mean to be rude, but mom says I'm not allowed to let strangers into the house when she's out."

The man opened the fridge and examined it's contents. "Well then I guess you're a good lad, considering that you didn't let me into your house. I let myself in. COmpletely by accident, of course, but still it's no fault of your own." He spun around and was now holding an orange in his hands. He began to peel it. "Mother's out, eh? That's always fun. You get to laze around the house, eat all the candy, watch telly, try on her clothes."

"I don't try on my mother's clothes."

"And you shouldn't! It;s important to respect her privacy." the man then shoved the orange pee into his mouth, made a face, and spat it into the sink. Finn laughed.

"Bleurgh! I tihnk you're oranges have gone."

"You ate the peel!"

The doctor examined the fruit in his hand, then the orange mess in the sink. "My word, what a brilliant young lad you are! I'm sure al your teachers are impressed."

Finn's face fell. "No...I'm not that smart. I do okay in classes, nothing special."

The man shrugged. "Well you've got a long life ahead of you. Perhaps you'll do better in High School. Now then! Let's have a look around and see what there is to do."

The man exited the kitchen and went into the living room. Finn didn't really have any other choice but to follow.

"Let me see, we've got a telly with some Spongebob on, some action figures over there on the stares, a drum set in the corner -"

"Mom says I'm not allowed to play it because it's too loud and upsets the neighbors."

"Ugh, neighbors, they always but a dampener on your fun. Sometimes literally. I once had to live beside a Fernamian that made a habit of spraying me with his gardening hose whenever he saw me."

"What's a -" Finn couldn't finish before the man pressed his hand against his mouth and held up a hand in silence.

"Do you hear that?"

Finn nodded. The tapping was back.

"Is that normal?"

Finn shook his head, then moved the other man's hand. "But it's been happening all day. And there are faces on the window."

"Faces in the window?"

"No. On the window. They're made of rain."

The man nodded. "Interesting." He then proceeded to walk over to the windows, and tapped on it. Water pooled around where his knuckles had hit, and then another fearsome face flashed before dissolving back into water.

"What's your name boy?"

"Finn. Finn Hudson."

"Nice to meet you Finn Hudson, I'm the Doctor. And I think you have aliens in your rain.