Meredith threw her keys into the tiny bowl by the door, she missed and they fell on to the floor. 'Why was that stupid bowl there anyway?' she thought to herself picking them up. It wasn't her idea that's for sure. She threw them into the bowl again, this time they spun around it making a final stop back on the floor yet again; she would be dammed before picking them up a second time. She Meredith felt like crying and screaming all at the same time. However she had found from recent experiences that a bottle of tequila was much better than any emotional outburst. She walked towards the kitchen but before she could indulge her habit the phone rang.

"Meredith it's for you!" George yelled from upstairs.

"I'm busy!"

George emerged half way down the stairs with his hand cupped over the mouthpiece. "She says her name is Lily. It sounds impor…"

"Give." Meredith grabbed the phone from over the railing leaving George in a state of shock. "Lil are you okay?" Meredith paused holding the phone in one hand and George's hand, which she grabbed right after the phone to make sure he stayed put, with the other. After intently listening for about five minutes she spoke again. "Okay that's not a big deal I'll be right over, hang tight." Meredith hung up the phone and threw it onto the couch sighing.

"Who was that?" George asked.

"Lily."

"Yeah I got that part. Lily who?"

"Lily Hadley, she's a friend. She needs me to…" Meredith paused and looked towards her friend. "She needs help and I may need some help helping her. Do you want to tag along?"

"Sure," George stuttered walking down the remaining stairs. "Where?"

"Just grab my keys. They're on the floor."