He came home to find her curled up into a ball on the couch, sobbing, He ran to her immediately.

"Rachel, baby. What's wrong?"

Her eyes flew open.

"Finn?" she sniffled. "You're home?"

"Yes. What's going on?"

She sat up and threw her arms around his neck, crawling into his lap.

"I thought you were dead," she cried.

"What do you mean?"

"There was a terrible crash on the freeway, with a ton of cars involved, and they're expecting multiple fatalities. And I knew you were going that way today, but I didn't know when. And then you didn't pick up your phone all day. And I thought you were dead."

He felt awful.

"Rach," he whispered. "I'm sorry. I was so busy. I should've checked my phone."

She kept sobbing into his shirt.

"It's okay, baby," he assured her. "I'm right here."

"Tell me. That you're alive."

"I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive…"

And he cooed it in her ear over and over like a lullaby, until she drifted to sleep.