Meredith ran into Callie on the landing as she exited the apartment, and closed the door softly behind her so that they could speak in private.

"How is she?" Callie whispered.

"As well as can be expected, after something like that, I think..." Meredith trailed off. "They broke up." Callie let out a breath and nodded, and Meredith continued, "She seems pretty depressed to me."

"Who wouldn't be? This whole thing is just so bizarre. I mean, I really liked him… and he never seemed... I still don't know what to make of it..."

"It's more complicated than you think," Meredith offered, "I'm pretty sure she's in love with him... and I have a feeling she slept with him for the first time either right before or right after it happened."

Callie gave her a quizzical look. "How do you figure that?"

"I don't know for sure, but we were talking two days ago...before any of this... and I kidded her about it, and she told me they hadn't slept together yet. But tonight... I don't know… I just have a feeling it's not true anymore... Do you think she slept with him and then he strangled her?" Meredith's voice grew even more hushed, "I mean, that would be seriously deranged."

"I don't think so," Callie replied. "I'm the one who woke him up, and they weren't in the bed, they were on top of it... And they were both fully clothed, too. I can't imagine they would have done the deed, then gotten dressed and slept on top of the covers... I think if anything happened, it must have been after that..."

"Which just sounds so totally messed up on Cristina's part, doesn't it? I mean, who sleeps with someone after something like that?"

"We don't know anything," Callie reminded her. "This is just you making stuff up right now."

"That's true... but there's more to this. She told me some things about Hunt that really... well... it got me thinking."

"Like what?"

Meredith's phone beeped, and she grimaced at Callie before taking it out to read the text. Derek was waiting for her downstairs.

"Sorry. I gotta go. Are you on tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah."

"Let's talk then, ok?"

"Ok, but now you've got me wondering, so let's make it early."

"Ok. How about lunch?"

"That works. See you tomorrow."

Meredith made her way down the stairs and out the door, and Callie took a deep breath and entered the apartment. She went directly to Cristina's room and saw her lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Hey... You ok? Is there anything I can get for you?"

"No," Cristina replied in a monotone, "I'm fine."

"Did you eat?"

"Uh... no, but I'm not hungry. I'm fine."

I'm fine. She had heard that phrase too many times from Cristina in the last 24 hours. Callie was concerned but didn't press.

"Oh," Cristina propped herself up on an elbow, "thanks for cleaning up in here. That was you, right?"

"Yeah, that was me." Callie had returned home briefly after her shift to change clothes before going out to dinner with Arizona, and had noticed that the wreckage from the previous night was still strewn all over the floor. It was bad enough that Cristina had to come back to the same room where it had all happened, but it would be even worse if she had to see the place looking like it had been the scene of an attack - which it had. She had cleared up the broken glass and other nightstand items, mopped up the spilled water, and had even made the bed despite the fact that Cristina rarely did so herself.

"Um… the iPod is ok, but I think you're going to need a new alarm clock..."

"What? Oh." Cristina hadn't noticed before, but the display on her new iHome was dead and the casing was cracked. "Are you sure it's plugged in?"

"Yeah. I tried it in a couple of sockets but I think it's a goner. Do you want me to wake you up tomorrow morning?"

"No. I'll just use my cell. But thanks anyhow."

"Ok, then. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

An uneasy premonition dogged Callie's heels as she headed for her bedroom. I doubt it. I doubt this is going to be a good night for anyone.