George asks McDreamy if he's sure he doesn't feel anything. McDreamy says he feels like he's been in that locker room for a very long time. It may be too late, he says. While George is wondering what he might be too late for, someone who is NOT in a giant white space suit rips down the plastic sheet keeping them in, and tells them the threat has been contained. Derek hauls ass, and George quickly follows suit. They do not clean up the huge mess they've left in the locker room, but I guess the space men are in charge of clean-up.
Addison's in surgery with Alex and the baby. She wonders what kind of childhood this baby is going to have, what with his mom who's going to juvie, and his grandparents who are so clueless they didn't know their daughter was pregnant. Alex says, with the tone of someone who knows firsthand, that you can get over a bad childhood. "You can have the worst crap in the world happen to you, and you can get over it. All you've gotta do is survive." Addison looks up at him with her sad, sad eyes, and I guess we know what she's got to do.
George and McDreamy arrive at Meredith's. Callie rushes George, saying how worried she was. "George. I really, really love you." George just looks at her, then kisses her hard. He does not tell her he loves her, which McDreamy notes with dismay. George doesn't care. McDreamy finds Meredith in the kitchen as she's cleaning up. He smiles at her and tells her what happened. Meredith says she heard. McDreamy just looks at her, and oh man, he's really hot. Mere asks him what this means. He says it means she has a choice to make, and he doesn't want to rush her into making a decision before she's ready. "This morning I was going to come over, and I was going to say...what I was going to say... but all I can say now is that I'm in love with you. I'm in love with you. I know I'm a little late. I just want you to take your time. Take all the time you need, because you have a choice to make. And when I had a choice to make? I chose wrong." They're both all teary-eyed now, and I want to hate it but I can't. Damn you, Shonda Rhimes! (I would just like to note here for the Everwood fans who are reading that this in no way resembles any damning of Berlanti. There is no comparison. Sniff. ["Whatever, lady, I'm totally squealing on your two-timing ass." -- Joe R]) McDreamy says good night and walks out.