"It started three years ago, when I was trying to get pregnant, and that Sandy Ryerson had just been fired from the school. It was the same day when you asked Principal Figgins if you could coach the glee club. You were so excited. That night, when we were in bed, I heard you shout "New Directions!" I had no idea why you were shouting so I looked over and you were asleep. I figured I'd just ask you about it in the morning, but when the alarm went off, you were still asleep. I tried shaking you, but you just wouldn't wake up. There was a huge bump on your head, and I realized what had happened. You woke up, for some reason shouted "New Directions!" and you hit your head on the lamp next to our bed. I called 911 and they came as fast as they could, but they couldn't help you. They hooked you up to a life support machine. They said that they could keep you alive for a long time, but that they doubted you would ever wake up. But I never gave up hope. I knew that someday you would wake up and we would be happy. And that day is today!"
"So…I've been lying in this bed for three years."
"That's right."
"And the…glee club?" Will asked hopefully.
"I don't know what happened to the glee club! Will, you're alive! This is a miracle, and all you can think about is the glee club? Remember our deal. You have to go to bed now. I'll see you tomorrow."
Terri kissed him and then left. Will was completely confused. The last three years had felt so real. Were they really nothing more than a dream? Maybe Terri was right. He did need sleep. He rolled onto his side and closed his eyes. Tomorrow would be a new day, and maybe then he could make sense of it.