Miranda Bailey had parked outside the apartment block where Robbins, Torres and Sloan all lived. She switched off the engine and closed her eyes, giving herself a moment to build up the Bailey Wall that would help her be there for Torres and Hunt …hell for nearly every member of staff at Seattle Grace…these people on the plane…these doctors…her…friends…they were loved at the hospital. They were loved by everyone. Bailey took another deep breath…Yang and Grey…sh had watched them grow from brash residents to the fine surgeons they were today…but more than that…she had seen them marry, have children…watched them through good times…and bad…she cared about them…she loved them. And Little Grey..a sweeter version of her big sister, kind and gentle…but smart..one to watch! Then there was Sloan..he was cheeky, arrogant…but always made Miranda laugh…there was something magical about him….and about Robbins to. Bailey had liked her the first time she had met her…and as she watched her relationship with another of her favourite people, Callie Torres, grow…Bailey had felt she was part of something magical. "Oh god" she whispered as she clasped her hands to her chest, "please…let them be safe. Bring them home…please God…please…bring my family home!" With one last steadying breath she opened her door…and made her way to Torres apartment

Zola! Merediths eyes flickered open. Her family needed her, was that Zola crying? She shivered, she was so cold, too cold. Her head hurt. "Derek?" she whispered as she reached out...her eyes widened as instead of the snug warm mattress she touched cold…damp…soil? "Derek?" she whispered again…"Zola!"

"Mer? It's okay…I'm here"

"Cristina?" Meredith shook her head and watched as a dark shadowy figure moved towards her. She flinched slightly until she realised the shadow was her friend. "I'm cold" she muttered as Cristina saat down next to her. "Cristina….where are we…what happened?"

"The plane crashed Mer…don't you remember?"

Meredith flinched as images flashed into her mind…the glass from the windows flying around inside the cabin, the creaking as the plane seemed to be pulling apart around them. Someone screaming…Derek, his hand bloodied…and then…then Lexie. "My sisters dead!" Meredith whispered

Cristina reached for her hand and nodded. "Yes she is Meredith. But you, you and Derek…you're gonna be just fine, you are…and you're both going to get home soon…to Zola ok? Ok?"

Merediuth looked blankly back at her, her tone dull as she whispered. "Ok" She paused and added, "I'm cold"

Cristina sighed. "Me to Mer…but the fire went out…it went out…and I …I don't have anymore matches , there are no more matches…and the fire…it went out…I can't build another one!"

"Need to sleep!" Mer muttered groggily, her eyes fluttering closed.

"No Meredith, stay awake! Please…we have to stay awake! I need you to help me dammit! Marks in trouble…Arizona to…please Mer…help me!"

"Zola!" Meredith whispered again, Cristina words falling on deaf ears

Cristina sat there and watched as her friend drifted back off to sleep. She desperately wanted to close her eyes as well, she was tired…she was cold and she was hungry…maybe if she could just close her eys for five minutes she would feel better. But as her eyes flickered closed she heard a strangled cry coming from over by Robbins and Sloan. Her eyes flew back open and she struggled to her feet…her shoulder throbbing . "Arizona? Mark?" She tried to move more quickly as she heard no reply. She dropped to her knees next to them, and realised that Marks laboured breathing had stopped. Frantically she felt for a pulse. "No, no, no, no you don't do this to me Mark!" she cried as she started to move him flat, she pulled her arm free of it's sling, crying in pain as she started to do compressions, gasping for breath before doing mouth to mouth. "Dammit…c'mon!"

"Mark?" she heard Arizona call out

"It's ok" Cristina told her as she carried on with CPR, tears now streaming down her face as her shoulder burnt with pain, "It's ok, I'm not gonna let him die…nobody else is going to die today…do you hear me Mark Sloan…nobody else dies…today!" Mark suddenly gasped and groaned, Cristina gave a yell of delight as she watched Marks eyes flutter open. "Lexie!" he groaned before drifting off into unconsciousness

"Well done Cristina" Arizona whispered softly. "God, I feel so…useless. I'm sorry…I was supposed to watch him…I fell asleep…I'm so sorry…I fell asleep. And I…I have to operate soon, have they booked the OR? Are you assisting me Yang? Karev is usually my intern…but it will be good to work with you…"

"Arizona?" Cristina moved closer and shook her head when she realised that the blonde woman wasn't really aware of what she was saying. Suddenly she coughed, and Yangs frown deepened as she saw the blood that appeared in the corner of her mouth. "Hang on Robbins ok…Callie is waiting for you"

"Callie? Where? Where is she? My wife…Callie!" Arizonas eyes flickered closed and Yang sank down to the ground between her and Mark. She was so tired, but she couldn't sleep…wouldn't sleep…her friends needed her

Dr Richard Webber was pacing. It had been a long time since he had paced. He glanced at the clock, 3.30am. The board room would normally be empty at this hour…but tonight, tonight the friends and family of those missing on the plane were here…helping each other, supporting each other, praying together. He looked at Callie Torres, and realised she had a Rosary in her hand, her eyes wide as she silently mouthed a prayer. Next to her sat the stoic Miranda Bailey, her eyes were closed as she too called for divine intervention. "Science can only take you so far" she had once told him after he had caught her whispering a prayer before a particularly difficult operation, "after that It's a leap of faith..FAITH!"

The door opened and everyone turned to look as a pale and weary Owen Hunt stumbled in. "It's still too dark for them to begin a search" he told them quietly, "and there is no signal being detected from the plane transmitter"

"What does that mean?" asked Alex Karev as he stood to stand next to Torres

Owen sighed and ran his hands over his face. "It means they don't know where to look. It means they have to map the original flight plan and search from the beginning…and hope the plane didn't go off course

"And if it did?" whispered Callie

"Then it will take them longer to find" Hunt told her softly

Callie nodded and sat up straight, trying to hide the fear and panic raging through her. "Ok, so when will they start the search?"

"First light is 6.30 am…the search and rescue team will be assembling at 6.00am ready to go" Owen walked over and stood in front of Callie. "Why don't you try and rest. Bailey can take you back home and stay with you right?"

Miranda reached for Callies hand "Sure, sure…Ben is looking after my son, we can drop Sofia off on our way so he can let her have a proper rest! She shouldn't be here through all this"

Callie looked over at where her daughter slept in her car seat. She had nobody else to call and had to bring her daughter with her, as if sensing her mothers distress and sensing something was wrong Sofia had cried uncontrollably for the first hour after they had arrived, despite the best efforts of Kepner, Avery and Karev. It had been Teddy who had finally soothed her, but Sofia had not drifted off to sleep until Callie had been there. This wasn't the best place for her, she shouldn't be here…Bailey was right…but Callie didn't want to leave the hospital, she needed to be here, she had to be here…

Owen placed his hand on her shoulder as he crouched down to look at her. "Callie" he said softly, "believe me, I know how you feel…I know what you're going through…but we can't do anything to help them until they are found…THEN we have to be strong, then we have to be here. Go home, rest…please"

"And you" she asked softly, "will you rest?"

He gave a small smile as he glanced over his shoulder at the crowded board room. But before he could answer Richard Webber stepped forward and said. "Oh he'll rest, I'll make sure of it!"

Callie gave a small smile. "Then ok Chief…and Chief" she winked as she glanced back at Webber, "I'll go home, if only to pick some things up for Sofia before we drop her off with Ben...if that's ok?" she looked at Bailey who was already standing and pulling Callie to her feet before she could change her mind

Hunt nodded as he to stood, and gently kissed Callies cheek before reaching for Baileys shoulder and gently grasping it as he mouthed his thanks.

As Callie walked to the door, Bailey pushed passed and reached for the car seat and the sleeping Sofia.."What?" she asked as she caught Callies eye, "You know I can't get enough of this little Angel…my turn to carry her!" Callie gave a soft laugh as she followed her small but rocket powered friend out of the door, allowing herself to be engulfed in the warm and tender care of Miranda Bailey was the best thing Callie could do right now.

Richard watched as the door closed behind the two women before turning to glance around the room. Hunt was almost dead on his feet, his priorities lay with the missing plane, with his wife…Webber sighed to himself as he stepped forward and made a decision. "Okay people, we all have our hearts and minds elsewhere right now…me to…but we can't forget that we are also doctors, and we have a hospital to run, patients to care for…so…everyone who is on duty in five hours needs to either go to the on call rooms and try and sleep…or head to the Residents Lounge and make use of the comfy recliners…for those of you who are on duty right now…back to work! I promise, you will know as soon as we have news, but the friends who are out there wouldn't want us to put a patients life in danger because of them, so come on people…let's move!"

He watched as his staff, his friends…his people, slowly drifted out of the room…nodding as he watched several head to the nearby on call rooms… watching as those on duty checked their pagers and tried to function again. He turned and looked at Owen, "I wasn't lying to Torres!" he said gruffly, "you maybe the Chief, but I'm here to look after you…so Hunt…rest! Like you told Callie…Cristina will need you when she gets back…she will need you to be strong for her!"

Hunt sank down on to one of the chairs and clasped his hands to his face as he fought to control the panic bubbling onside him. "Do you really think they are going to find them2 he asked. "Do you think they will be found alive?" Cos, if Cristina is dead…then…then…"

Webber was by his side in an instant, his hand on his shoulder as he whispered. "You have to believe Owen, and if you can believe in anyone or anything…then you can believe in Cristina Yang..ok? Just…believe!"