Where the images on his mask moving? Things were getting weird by the minute, and Quinn didn’t know if that made her more scared or not.

“Clearly,” she says. She’s tired, she wants to curl up on that slab on the floor and sleep. Maybe sleep off whatever insanity this is, and next thing she knows she’ll be waking up on the pull out couch in the Puckerman’s house, to Puck’s little sister hovering over her asking her to do her hair.

“So…facts – where am I? Where is my daughter?!”