You, Veronica, and J.D had ended up killing three people from school in order to host an elaborate plan to send a message and prove a point. Unfortunately for you, the guilt of their deaths weighted heavy on you..This caused you to see visions of their ghosts. You were at home, writing in your journal and preoccupied with your thoughts when they came out of nowhere just like the first time.

Kurt: He stretched and looked around, playing with whatever objects you had at your desk. “Why are you never outside? We need to stretch…”

Ram: He groaned and leaned against Kurt, looking at you. “How come we can never appear when you’ve got booze or watching porn?”

Heather C.: She sighed exasperatedly as she fixed her robe and bow, looking around your room. “You know, have I ever told you that you have the worst taste ever?”