Puck could see the same confusion on Mercedes' face that he'd seen on the faces of so many new arrivals along the way. The realization that this was a different world, and it wasn't just going to suddenly go right back to being the same way it was before. "Mercedes, I know it sounds crazy, but it's true. This island is real, and it's unlike any place I've ever been or seen. You won't go back until the island decides you're ready. Nobody really knows that that point is, because people just disappear when they go back, and if they're ever here again, they have no memory of the first time they were here."

All of Puck's worst fears had come true in the real world, as Mercedes told him, though in a broken, disjointed way. "I know Kurt's dead," Puck replied after a moment. "Some people come here when they die, only they can't leave. Because there's nowhere to go but back to a dead body, and that's... Pointless." Quinn's gone. She left. Those words should've shocked him more, but they didn't. They just hurt more than anything, and he didn't address them. Before Kurt and Blaine's wedding, Puck and Quinn had been happily married, trying for a baby, looking forward to starting a new chapter of their lives together. The tenderness and love that they'd shared had been so strong and special that Puck had been sure in those days that nothing would ever take it away from them. And then the world fell apart around him. Kurt died, and Quinn couldn't cope. They'd both needed comfort, and while Puck had tried to seek it in protecting Blaine and trying to hold onto his wife and their marriage, Quinn had closed herself off from him completely. Before he'd even arrived here, he had barely touched Quinn in the years since Kurt's death. She'd become more withdrawn, quiet, barely even talking to him most days, until Puck already felt like he'd lost her. It only made sense that she would really leave him one day when it got too much to bear. "Kurt's... He's not alive in the real world. But he's alive here."