Once he's out the door, Meredith asserts to Izzie that she didn't try to drown herself. Izzie just tells her, "Hey, I ate everything out of the fridge last night. Everything. Including a tub of butter. There's no judgment here." I guess every so often she has to eat everything instead of baking to clear out room again in the kitchen. Meredith asks, her if she ever feels like she's disappearing, and Izzie sadly tells her, "All the time." It turns out Meredith is struggling with being happy, probably because she's dealing with a mother with a horrifying disease who just laid into her for being a complete disappointment. "Why can't I just be that happily ever after person? Why can't I believe in that?" Probably because you've been living your entire life in the shadow of someone who seems to not really actually love you at all, and it takes a little bit of time to realize that not everyone is going to be that harsh. But that's just my bachelor's degree in psychology assessment. Izzie just replies wistfully that she's not sure what she believes in any more. Not the easiest year for these two ladies, that's for sure.
There's an establishing shot of a ferry. I'm not sure if you're aware of this, since he doesn't mention it a lot, but Derek has a thing for ferryboats, as well as for Meredith, who is really his personal little ferryboat. It's been extremely subtle, so I just wanted to make sure to give you a chance to ponder the metaphor.
Cristina and Burke get to the hospital, and though their body language radiates how happy they are, she insists they aren't telling anybody. It's obvious he's a little bit annoyed but she points out she needs to tell her friends first. He defends himself as having friends to, which he amends to "Derek" after a Look from Cristina. She freaks out that she has to tell Meredith first so that it's not a "thing." He's a bit hurt and accuses her of treating it like a disaster, to which I say he clearly doesn't understand women and friendships at all. For all her hesitation and thinking about getting married, this has nothing to do with that and everything to do with the fact that women need to tell their friends personally and before anyone else knows that they're engaged. It comes in the handbook bestowed to us by fairies on our sixteenth birthday. She takes his hands and tells him she'll tell them today, and he has to wait -- she's being really kind and seems really happy, which still continues to surprise me. Surprised in a good way, though.