Kurt guessed this was just his luck, missing the plane and ending up driving back from NYC to Lima. Right now, he was tired and border lining on cranky and finally decided he couldn't drive in this pouring, thundering rain and checked into a hotel for the night at the nearest town: Central City, Ohio.

After a short call to Blaine explaining why he could not make it home, Kurt began getting ready for bed, when noise too loud to be thunder sounded, followed by the building shaking, the window being blown in, and the power going off.

He felt a cold drift into the room. Not just a cold, the one that gets under your skin and freezes you bones and turns you blood to slushie. The cold that nears a paralyzing pain that creeps up your body. That was the last thing he felt before he gave into unconsciousness.

Little did he know that someone very familiar was experiencing the same thing (relatively, except he was 10 times as worse) no more than half a mile from where he was staying…