Meredith turned back around, heading slowly for her train, even though she knew she should pick up the pace if she expected to make it. She couldn't help but drag her feet heavily as she boarded. Upon finding her seat, she attempted to lift her bags into a small compartment above where she would soon be sitting. She felt weak, as she always did when Derek was not around. It felt impossible to lift her things all the way up top the seating arrangement. Getting it about a foot off of the ground, her hands slipped, dropping the well over sixty pound bag onto her toe, "Crap!" She screamed in pain, trying to remove her foot from under the luggage. A tall, mid-aged man with short black hair, and chocolate colored skin quickly stepped in, lifting the bag from off her toe, and into the overhead compartment.

"Here, let me help you there," He said, lifting her other bag into the small space as well, smiling back at her. She sat down in the aisle seat quickly, grabbing her toe in pain. "Thank you," She let out a deep breath, "Thank you so much."

"It is my pleasure." He commented, still smiling at her. He waited next to her, just staring staight at her. Meredith looked up uncomfortably, not knowing why he was just gazing at her. She looked at his boarding pass, in which he held down next to his leg, recognizing the number.

"Oh! I'm sorry! You sit here. In the aisle seat. That I am in." Meredith said, trying to seem happy, but failing miserably. As she felt, she was she was doing in all aspects of her life. She shifted to the window seat, now placing her head next to the window, staring at the fogged glass. A trance quickly came over her, thoughts shifting back to Derek instantly, he was hardly never in her mind. She wished that he would come, chasing after the train, like she had seen in so many romance movies. She didn't particulary like romance movies, in fact, she liked adveturous, bloody and gorey the most, though she hadn't much time to watch any movies at all. Meredith was usually stuck. Stuck with iher/i watching those corny things, knowing that it could never happen to someone in real life. There was no such thing as love, forgiveness, and truth, she decided. After deciding that, she wasn't sure then what her feelings for Derek were. Meredith thought that surley, if there was such thing as love, Derek would love her. But he didn't, so there isn't.

She traced her finger along the fogged window, making it clear to see their surroundings as they began to move in designated spots. She first traced a large heart, and inside wrote 'M.D.',changing her mind about love. It had to exist. A smile was placed on her face as she wrote the initials. She always thought it was funny that it was 'M.D.', and that they were both doctors. She thought that it fit together perfectly. Her smile suddenly changed to a frown as a drip of water slid down from the tip of the heart, splitting the two letters in half. She was facing reality again. Tears welled in her eyes once more, threatening to pour down any second. While she sat there, the man who had helped her with her bags watched the tears proceed to fall down her face, and onto her lap. He wasn't sure what was wrong, but it was hard to watch her. Noticing the picture drawn in the fog, he could only figure that someone broke her heart. He wanted to try and get her to smile, anything, maybe just start a conversation so that her mind would leave whtever was bothering her.

"So, your heading all the was to Seattle?" He asked innocently. She was surprised that he had even began to talk to her. Nodding slowly, she wiped the tears from her eyes, looked at him, and put on the best fake smile that she could - which wasn't good at all. He laughed heartidly at her response. "You don't have to smile if you don't want to." At that point, her face immediately resumed its now normal position, a frown and a tear stained face. Truly, that wasn't what he expected her to do, so he decided to try a different approach, "I'm Preston Burke, Dr. Preston Burke," He held out his large had to her.

She sniffed a few times, wiping the tears from her eyes again, reaching her other hand out, grabbing his, "Meredith Grey. Well, Dr. Meredith Grey."

"Well, it's a small world after all isn't it!" He commented, reffering to the fact that they were both doctors. She just nodded in response, not giving away another smile unless she could help it. "Are you just moving there?" This time refering to the large bags that she had brought on.

"Yeah. A friend of the family offered me a job at Seattle Grace Hospital." Now sitting up, she was greatful for the conversation, hoping to get her love off of her mind.

"Is that so? Well then, it's a really small world." Meredith only shifted her head to the side, unsure of what Dr. Burke had meant. Noticing her confusion, he began again, "I work at Seattle Grace. Who was it that invited you?"

"Rich- umm, Dr. Webber."

"The chief? You know what? I knew you looked familiar, your Ellis' daughter aren't you?"

She smiled at this, even though she didn't like being know as 'Ellis' daughter'. She much preffered 'Dr. Meredith Grey."Yeah, thats me."

"Well then, its even more of a pleasure to finally meet you in person."