Sometimes the future changes quickly and completely, and we’re left with only the choice of what to do next. We can choose to be afraid of it, to stand there trembling not moving, assuming the worst that can happen or we step forward into the unknown and assume it will be brilliant.
Cristina: I have to finish something here. Nothing feels finished. None of it feels finished. Owen and I… we’re split over something that hasn’t even happened and we never even split up. And you and I are not finished. George is dead and he’s gone and it’s supposed to you, me, and Alex and now nothing is finished. I am not finished. Meredith: You don’t feel finished because this isn’t the end for you. There’s no finish line. There’s no end point. You just have to go.