"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. 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 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"

"do you remember those special times? they'll just go on and on in the back in my mind"

Meredith, Derek, Cristina, Beck, Mark and Arizona were sedated in the back of a plane, while being watched by Richard and Bailey. Kelly and Lexie's bodies were in body bags on the plane.

Meredith, Alex, Lucy, Aurora and April were eating lunch in Cristina and Beck's shared hospital room. "Blowing off Harvard. Wow", Alex commented to Meredith. "You're blowing off Hopkins. Wow", she retorted.

"No, I'm postponing Hopkins till Robbins is better. Avery did the same for Sloan"

"And I stayed", April added.

"And you stayed because you have no place else to go. Wake me up in ten for Chunky Stu"

"You just ate", Lucy pointed out.

"Stuart. Short-bowel syndrome kid. I'm doing an intestinal transplant. He puked on me the first time we met, so I call him "Chunky Stu". Arizona hated it, but Stuart thinks it's hilarious"

"How is Arizona's infection? Is it getting any better?" Aurora asked him.

"Don't know. I haven't seen her"

"What do you mean? You're running her service", Meredith said.

"You really think she wants to talk to me? I mean, what am I supposed to say to her? Hey, remember the time that I quit and you got pissed and took my seat on a plane that crashed, and now you're trading in your wheelie sneaks for a peg leg? Sorry. My bad"

"How are we doing here?" Jackson said, entering the room. "Hey, Jackson, you're talking to Sloan, right?" Meredith inquired. "Keeping him updated".

"Yeah. Not about work stuff, though. He doesn't need that kind of pressure right now"

"What is wrong with you two?"

"I just said that..."

"No, I'm just saying, they're fine. They're gonna be fine. Arizona's not gonna lose her leg, and Sloan is coming back. They're coming back. So let's act like it. They're gonna be fine. We're all going to be fine"

They all looked at Cristina and Beck, who weren't responding to anything. "How long are we saying that this is okay?" Alex questioned. "As long as they need", Meredith replied. "I, for one, find it refreshing", April said. "They say, if you don't have something nice to say... They never have anything nice to say. Come on. I'm wide open. Just hit me". Nothing.

Meredith watched as two workmen took away the broken window of Cristina and Beck's room. "I said no more damn restraints!" Owen yelled. "Look, they are both clearly dangers to themselves and others. They don't even belong on this floor or in the same room", a doctor argued. "They are violent, uncommunicative, and I'm worried...". "Oh, they communicated. They just haven't talked yet", Bailey interjected.

"Look, there is nothing physically wrong with either of them. They belong up in psych"

"I am the chief of surgery", Owen stated. "Don't tell me where they belong"

"Well, with all due respect, sir, you have a personal agenda when it comes to these patients, which is exactly why you shouldn't be making this decision"

Meredith entered the room. "Okay. Okay. It's time. It's time to get up", she said. "They are gonna take you upstairs and they're gonna pump you full of antipsychotics. And you're gonna go slack-jawed and cuckoo's nest and you'll never be you again. Please, I am begging you. Please. You have to say something. Please. Do you hear me? Say something, please". It had no effect.

Beck was being treated in the ER of the Boise Hospital. She started trying to get off the gurney but they pushed her back down. "Hold her. Get some restraints", one of the doctors said. She started trying to fight them off but they held her down. "Just kill me, please", she exclaimed. "Let me die. I'm begging you. Just kill me". They sedated her and she went limp.

Richard and Jackson walked down the hallway with one of the doctors, making their way to Beck's room. "The combination of extreme exhaustion, dehydration, and exposure seems to have put her in a state", the doctor explained. "What do you mean?" Jackson asked.

"We think it's reactive psychosis. She's unresponsive except for some cryptic statements, and then when we go to examine her, she becomes... Violent"

Jackson went over to the bed and sat down on it, taking her hand. "I'm here, okay?" he said, starting to untie her restraints. "I wouldn't do that", the doctor warned. "It's alright", Richard said. Once one of her arms was free, she started trying to fight him off but he caught her arm. "Alright, alright, alright", he said softly. "It's okay. I've got you now. I've got you". She stopped resisting and let him hug her. "Kill me", she whispered.

"What?"

"Please"

He hugged her tighter.

In Seattle, Beck and Cristina lay in their shared hospital room. Everything was blurry. Bailey checked on them and said something that neither of them comprehended.

They watched as the doctors ate their lunch and looked at them strangely.

The new interns watched them through the window of their hospital room. "So they don't speak at all?" the woman with short hair asked. "Not yet", the man replied. "They just stare... And breathe".

"It's kind of weird, but the way that they talk about them around here, it's like they're some kind of legend, you know?"

"And now they're just like end tables"

"Shane, that's horrible. Stop it"

"Sorry"

Cristina turned over and made eye contact with Beck. She grabbed the vase on the table that separated the two beds. She threw at the window, cracking it and sending the interns running.

Jackson carried Beck's bag as he helped her to her apartment. He dropped her bag in the bedroom and she sat down on the bed. "I can stick around for a bit if you want", he offered. "We could order some food and watch some trashy movies. I know there's still a lot of those stupid rom-coms you still haven't made me watch".

She didn't reply. She just looked down at the floor.

"You're gonna feel stronger in a couple of days or weeks. It takes as long as it takes. And I've got your back for as long as you want me around. When you're back on your feet, you'll go back to work and be the badass I know you are. You can talk it all over with Hunt. I'm sure he'll be really understanding"

She still stayed silent.

"Okay, so what are we ordering?"

"I can't"

"What, you're not hungry?"

"I just can't"

"Beck, I... I don't understand"

"I stayed awake for four days. I remember... Every single minute of those four days. The fire went out. It was really, really dark. There were so many stars. I remember I kept trying to find sharp objects...just so it would end. That it would all be over. But Cristina kept saving me, it was so annoying. And Mark... Mark just kept dying. Which was even more annoying. We kept trying to help him, but he just kept trying to die. I just wanted to die...but I didn't. I just couldn't die. Everyone was asleep. It was just me and Cristina. Arizona got the last of the water, and I remember drinking something bad. I think it was the fuel from the plane. I drank... My pee. The noises... The animal noises... Fighting and growling right... Next to us, right there. I kept waiting for them to come and kill me, but they didn't. And then I realised... They were fighting over Lexie and Kelly. I tried to keep them off their bodies. I tried. I tried to make them kill me...but they wouldn't. I couldn't die"

"It's over now. I've got you. You hear me?"

"I can't. Don't you get it? I'll never leave those woods"

Cristina left her apartment with a box. Meredith and Lucy were waiting next to her car. Meredith opened the door for her. "You okay?" Lucy asked. "Yep", Cristina replied, putting the box in the car. "You sure you know what you're doing?" Meredith questioned.

"Yes. It's one highway all the way to Minnesota, through Montana, cross one of the Dakotas, I can't remember which"

"No, I meant by leaving. Are sure you're okay with it? Are you sure it's the right thing to do?"

"Meredith, not you, too. Even Beck is trying to convince me to stay and I didn't even realise she liked me that much"

"Well, yeah, because I'm worried that you're just running away"

"Well, yeah, I am. I'm fleeing, like Bambi from a forest fire, and so should you, 'cause horrible things happen here"

"No, something horrible happened, and we should stick together"

"You know what? We have stuck together. And we've grown together, like three gnarled trees, twining around each other, trying to survive"

"Survive what? Cristina, this is life. Bad things happen. It's hard. You find your people, and you lean on them"

"God love you both. You know, so many horrible things have happened to you, and maybe you're okay with it, but you shouldn't be. Go to Harvard, Hopkins, anywhere except here, seeing your dead sister around every corner. Hey, your mother died here. Both of your husbands were shot here. You both almost died. You tried to kill yourself and then you got cancer. George died here"

"It's our life, and you were here for it, too. I mean, now you sound like the same scary loner bitch who rode in here on a motorcycle five years ago. Like the past five years has never happened?"

"Well, you know, a part of me wishes it hadn't"

"Oh, okay. Well, then you should just go then"

"Mer, come on", Lucy said.

"And you should not look back. Just go"

"Meredith...", Cristina said.

"No, you know, Cristina, you're right. You don't need us anymore. We're not your people. Your person is you, and it always has been"

Cristina sighed, getting into her car. Meredith walked off and Lucy watched Cristina drive away.

In the rescue helicopter, the flight nurse looked at Mark's chest. "What the hell did they do to this guy out there?" he asked. Mark opened his eyes and looked over to see the body bag where Kelly's body lay.

"Will you hold my hand?"

He closed his eyes and turned away from the bag. The monitor started beeping. "He's bradying down", the flight nurse said.

Derek woke up Aurora, who was asleep next to Mark's bed. "Aurora? Aurora", he said softly. "Go home".

"No, I'm alright"

"No, you're not. You've been up for the past two nights"

"I just need some coffee. Can you... Can you stay with him while I run to the cafeteria?"

"I'll stay with him all night"

"I just feel like I'm losing him. Usually when I talk to him, I sense that he's there, that he's listening, but I think he's giving up. I'm so scared the second I leave this hospital, I'm gonna get a phone call that he's dead"

"That's not gonna happen tonight"

"He's the only family I've got"

"No, he's not"

"Promise I won't get that call?"

"If he starts going south, I'll tell him to cut it out. He idolises me. He'll do whatever I say"

"Thank you"

She got up and kissed Mark's forehead. She hugged Derek before leaving the room.

Aurora ran down the hallway in her pyjamas. "Damn it. I knew I shouldn't have gone home", she said, running over to Jackson. "Is he okay? Did he code?" "Just come see", he replied.

"God. Where the hell is Derek? Jackson, tell me what's going on"

They made it to Mark's room to see him sitting up, smiling. "Aurora. Where you been?" he said. She sighed in relief, smiling.

Richard, Heather, Callie, Aurora, Callie, Jackson and Derek were watching Mark from outside his room. "Pretty amazing recovery, right?" Jackson said. "Yeah. His stats are good?" Derek said. "He's being weaned off pressors?"

"Yeah, BP is 110 over 60"

"And he's making inappropriate sexual comments to Brooks", Callie added. "Something I'd never thought I'd be glad to see my brother do", Aurora commented. "It's fine", Heather said.

"No, it's not. But at least he's saying something"

Callie smiled and entered his room. Derek looked at Richard's thoughtful face. "You think it's the surge", he stated. "It might be", Richard replied.

"I don't... I don't think it is"

"What's the surge?" Heather asked. "In many terminally ill patients, they have a final surge of energy", Richard explained. "They get better before they get worse". "But this is not that", Aurora disagreed.

"But in a little while, he'll do what all patients do. He'll have epiphanies, he'll tell you what really matters in life, ask for his family"

"The man is telling dirty jokes. It's not a surge", Derek argued. "No, I don't think so either", Jackson agreed.

Jackson and Aurora were in Mark's room as Jackson informed Mark on a patient. "I have a facial lac. I had a consult this morning... Breast augmentation, "B" to "D", Jackson said. "Did you tell her her breasts were beautiful the way they are?" Mark asked him. "Dear God I hope not", Aurora said. "I still think that's weird", Jackson agreed. "Well, I know you do, but you're wrong", Mark replied, looking through the chart. "You tell her she's beautiful just the way she is, and if she believes you, you've saved someone from an unnecessary surgical procedure".

"And that is definitely not how I talk to a patient"

"No, but it's how you talk to a woman, Avery. We're in the business of making people feel better about themselves"

"Again, sometimes when you talk, I feel like a male prostitute"

"She's a person on the precipice of change, Avery. She's scared and she's worried. God, the things we worry about. So pointless. And we get to help take that worry away. It's why we're doctors. It's actually why we're people, but somehow we forget that all that matters is people. And whether we walk away leaving them better or worse for having met us. We control that. I want you both to promise me something. If you love someone, you tell 'em. Even if you're scared that it's not the right thing, even if you're scared that it'll cause problems, even if you're scared that it'll burn your life to the ground, you say it, and you say it loud. And then you go from there. Hey, where's my kid? I want to see Sofia. Why don't you run up to daycare and bring her down here?"

"Mark, we can't bring a baby into the ICU", Aurora pointed out.

"No, but you can sneak one in. Come on. Grow a pair. You know what? Forget it. I'll do it"

He started sitting up. "Whoa, no, no, no. Alright. We'll get her", Jackson said, pushing him back. "Yes!" Mark exclaimed.

Aurora carried Sofia while she and Jackson walked back to Mark's room. They saw several nurses rushing into the room and looked in to see Richard attempting to resuscitate Mark. Aurora's knees buckled and Jackson steadied her, putting his hands on her shoulders and handing Sofia to a nurse. Aurora took in short, gasping breaths as she tried not to cry. Jackson rubbed her arms comfortingly and she turned around, collapsing into his chest, sobbing. 

hope you enjoyed! comment your opinions! song is the remember the time by michael jackson