1 i I dreamt she was ours, George. After they took my marrow, while I was resting, and you were holding my hand.

She was our daughter, and her name wasn't Hannah, it was Sarah O'Malley. We were married, and in love. Our house...it was white, George. White, with a bright blue door that was welcoming, like your eyes. We had a house, not just rooms at Meredith's. We shared a bathroom, but it was okay because we were in love. We weren't just George and Izzie anymore. We were George'nIzzie O'Malley.

Then I woke up, and you told me it was time to go. Time for me to go back to being Izzie Stevens, and for you to go home to Callie O'Malley, your real wife. /i