A Part of Something Special

Am I dreaming?

"Rachel?" An unrecognizable voice called. A part of me hoped it was Finn, but I don't think it was. I walked into the kitchen and a big man facing away from me was standing there. I didn't know what to do, so my first instinct was to swing. I hit him right in the head with the microphone stick and the man fell down. He yelled, "What the hell, Rachel?" I was in shock. Lying on the floor was my dead husband, with a pink bump on his forehead. I started crying. "Finn?" I said softly, questioning whether it was him or not. "Hi," he said as he rubbed his head. "I-I thought you were-" "I know you did," he said. "How? Are you still dead?" He laughed when I said this and stood up. He walked over and gave me a hug. That's how I knew he was real. I could touch him. The second he put his hands on me, I pulled him in and squeezed him so tight, I was having trouble breathing.I kissed his neck and he leaned away, so he could lean in to kiss. "I'm so confused. The plane, you died." I said with my hands still on him. "I-I got off the plane," he said. "Two days ago," I replied. "Look, I can explain it all to you, but first can I see my son, and then we can go into the bedroom and talk?" I pinched myself and he asked why. "I just wanted to make sure I wasn't dreaming," I answered. He laughed and then took my hand, leading the way to Allen's room.