We open with lots of quick outside shots of Seattle: highways, the Space Needle, ferryboats. Then we're in bed with Meredith. There's no action; we're just lying there looking depressed. MereVO: "Communication. It's the first thing you really learn in life." Mere is now dressed and running out the door, now driving over a bridge to work, now adjusting her rearview mirror so as to get a better look at her floppy, floppy bangs. Cut to the hospital locker room, where people are shamelessly talking shit about our heroine. "She didn't even know he was married," pshaws a blonde nurse, who looks like she never met a bleach kit she didn't love. "I heard? She flipped out." Shut up, Blonde Nurse. Someone else says she got what she deserved, dating an attending. Blonde nurse remarks on McDreamy's perfect hair. More people talking about how Meredith is totally screwed. MereVO continues, "The thing is, once we grow up, learn our words, and really start talking, the harder it becomes to know what to say, or how to ask for what we really need." We pan slowly around to the backside of the lockers, where Mere is standing there listening to her own reaming. I hope she uses her tiny, ineffectual fists to punch their lights out.