“I had this memory game when I was a kid. A bunch of cards face down, in rows. Each card has a picture. You turn one over, look at it, then you turn it back over. Then you have to try and remember where its matching card was. Sometimes, you have no idea, and other times it shows us exactly what we need to see. The cards seem completely out of order and random but you keep turning them over and the more cards you see, you get a sense of how everything fits together.”
“Hey, so I haven’t called because… well… neither have you. So you were right about all of it. You were right. This is a place where horrible things happen. You were right to go. You’re probably escaping disaster. Look at me. I practically grew up here, and you’re right. It’s hurt me in ways I’ll probably never get over. I have a lot of memories of people. People I’ve lost forever, but I have a lot of other memories, too. This is the place where I fell in love. The place where I found my family. This is where I learned to be a doctor. Where I learned how to take responsibility for someone else’s life. And it’s the place I met you. So, I figure this place has given me as much as it’s taken from me. I’ve lived here just as much as I’ve survived here. It just depends on how I look at it. I’m gonna choose to look at it that way, and remember you that way. Hope you’re good. Bye.” (Meredith, to Cristina’s voicemail).