"No," Meredith says, "not if you're not going to listen to me." She's not cut out for this life. It's far from the first time she's thought it, but it still hurts every time. Sitting around at home, waiting to know what's going on, to be the last to know, she isn't meant for this. "You were gone. You go out drinking and getting into fights and I don't know what's going on, I don't know if you're coming back, and I'm not supposed to be worried? I'm not allowed to be concerned?"