When it comes to matters of fight or flight, Meredith's problem is she always wants to do both, determined to stand her ground while everything in her body says go. Where that answer came from, she doesn't know, but it's not the response she expected. She's not really sure what she expected, but it wasn't this, this feeling like she's walked into the middle of an argument without knowing how she got here or what she's fighting for. For all her apparent willingness to argue, she hates confrontations; they usually end with someone walking out.

"What are you talking about?" she asks, staring, trying to ignore the way that thought alone makes her heart start hammering somewhere high in her throat. "You're not making any sense. Just come back to bed and we can do this when we're both awake."