By my count, we're now on day three of six, once again featuring a snoring Meredith. This time, however, she wakes up alone, and on looking for Derek, finds him sacked out in another bed. George's, to be exact, since he stayed at the hospital. Turns out Derek snuck out to blissfully silent quarters after Meredith fell asleep. (Though really, in an old house like that, wouldn't the walls be thin enough for the buzzsaw to carry through to a neighboring room?) She asks how he slept when they were on round one of dating, and just then Izzie shuffles out of her own room, answering, "He usually sleeps on the couch, sets an alarm, gets back in bed before you wake up." He mumbles that he didn't want to hurt her feelings, and she comes and attacks him with a pillow fight and giggles. Giggly flirty-fighting does heal all wounds, including broken ear drums.
Downstairs, Izzie stares at the filthy check and, after a moment, pulls it off the fridge. Cut to her at the bank, in the same pink top and curly hair she was sporting the morning before. Methinks the continuity police might have been at a Golden Globes pre-party for this episode. She is gulping and crying, only confusing the man who has come to help her since she can't form an actual sentence. Through the hysterics, he finally makes out, "eight million" and thinks it's a joke. Oh, but the check is real, as food encrusted as it may be, and she finally spits at him to just deposit it already.
George has brought Burke his father's chart and he looks it over, surprised they did the surgery. So is George, who too quickly and perkily says they must have done it since they think he can fight the cancer. Burke explains what he should look for in the near future, which is kidney function. If the kidneys go, it is the first indication of multi-system organ failure. George thanks him and asks, "You mind if I ask, how's your hand?" He pompously answers, "I won't mind if you ask; I will mind if you tell Cristina." I'm still baffled by his insistence at being so conceited about the whole experience, but maybe I take endangering patients' lives and lording power over my girlfriend too seriously. George just remarks, "You two have a strange relationship." Burke agrees with this, the biggest understatement in the history of relationships.
Baby Grey is in her incubator, and Thatcher is cooing over her as Mere watches him stealthily through the window. Alex catches her, and she stutters and hightails it out of there as he heads inside. He was paged by the nurse because the baby's stomach looked distended. Thatcher is immediately concerned and confused that he could have missed it, but Alex says it's hard to see, also thereby proving just how good he's gotten on the gynie squad in the last weeks/months/alternate time units used by the show. He has Addison paged immediately and calmly tells a worried Thatcher they'll wait for her to see if anything is wrong. It's nice to see Alex grow, that he's getting better and better at being professional with patients. This one really is going to make it as a doctor, it seems.