Cristina did the routine that day. She checked on her patient, sent her for some examinations, waited for the results, observed them, talked to her patient about the result, asked Ross to check on her every one hour, signed the chart, gave it to the nurse at the nurses' station, went to the attendings' lounge, changed to her own clothes and finally was ready to go home.

It was what she would doing almost every day in this past week. One week had passed and another was to come. She had seen people and been treated coldly, but after one week she was kinda used to it. So she hoped that other week would pass like the first and she could just go home and forget she ever went to Seattle.

She grabbed her coat and bag and, ignoring the stares, left the lounge. Just like every day, she took the same path towards the hospital exist, just like every day. She was about to do what she would normally do, but she just was not doing it. Because she had stood still, frozen and shocked, starting at someone. She could tell her eyes were kidding her; she could not believe what they were showing her. That was just impossible.

Cristina Yang was watching her childhood walking before her eyes. An Asian little girl, about 6 or 7, with chocolate, almond-formed eyes and a head of black, wild curls was walking in the halls of the hospital, with a brown teddy bear in her arms. She looked like Cristina just so much, it was impossible.

How could it be? Cristina closed her eyes and shook her head, as if trying to awake herself and show herself it was just her illusion. She was just seeing the girl, she wasn't real. She closed her eyes, keep telling herself the girl would be gone when she opened them. Of course, it wasn't so abnormal to see a little Asian girl with black curls, but she looked impossibly and unbelievably like her. Whoever knowing Cristina would say the same thing.

She finally let herself open her eyes, hoping the girl was gone. She opened them and not only was the girl not gone, but she was also walking directly towards Cristina. Cristina felt an urge to just run away, because it was, however stupid it could've sounded, scary. But there was no place to run to; she was walking directly towards Cristina. "Hello," she said, smiling politely.

Cristina nodded. "H-… hi!" she said and held up her hand, waving slightly and awkwardly.

"Um, could I ask you a question ma'am?" she asked.

Cristina gulped hard, but nodded. "Sure."

"Are you my adulthood?" she asked, still smiling politely.

Cristina just stared at her, so it was definitely her childhood. When she'd once watched Bruce Wilis' movie 'The Kid' she'd thought it was the most stupid movie to ever be maid and now it'd happened to her. She gulped again and giggled, awkwardly. "What?"

"You look so much alike me. It's like you're the grown up version of me."

"Oh, right. You look like me too and that's a bit… interesting, but…"

"It's not interesting… it's creepy…" she said making a face. "But what if you're really my adulthood?"

"Well… what's your name? If we have the same name, then… we're the same… person?"

"My name is Crissa," said the girl.

Cristina sighed a sigh of relief. At least, she hadn't gone crazy. "Well we're not the same person, thankfully because my name is Cristina."

"But Crissa is like Cristina. Maybe you changed your name when you grew up."

"Nope, I'm pretty sure my name was Cristina from the very beginning," she, smiled.

"Thank God, then," she said and giggled, her missing tooth visible, "Because it'd be so creepy if you were really my adulthood."

Cristina nodded. "I know, right?" she said heaving a big sigh of relief and joined the little girl in giggling. "So what are you doing here in a hospital? Are your parents doctors?"

The girl nodded. "Yup, my daddy's a doctor, we're just back from our vacation, he's here to check on one of his patients quickly and then we're going back home to pack out our stuffs," she girl said.

Cristina nodded. "Good," she said, smiling. "So, Crissa, I should go now. Goodbye."

Crissa, nodded and smiled toothlessly. "Alright," she said. Cristina smiled and started to walk away, but before she took the second step, Crissa said, "Hey will I see you again? I really like my daddy to meet my adulthood."

Cristina turned around and chuckled. "Yes, I'll be around tomorrow morning," she said and walked out of the hospital.

Crissa fixed her backpack on her back and walked to the chairs in the waiting room and sat down to wait for her daddy. After 10 minutes, he showed up.

"Crissa, let's get going,"

Crissa turned around and saw his daddy walking to her. She nodded. "Alright," she said and stood up, taking her daddy's outstretched hand. "Daddy, you can't believe who I just saw right now."

He looked down at his daughter. "Can't I? Who did you see?"

"My adulthood!" the girl said and then giggled, but before she had time to explain to her daddy what she exactly meant, she saw her favorite aunt walking in front of them. "Aunt Meredith!" Crissa screamed, attracting Meredith's attention.

As Meredith saw her, a smile lit up her face. She walked towards the father and daughter, smiling, happy to see them after 2 weeks. "Crissa!" she said happily and bent to the little girl's level, hugging her. "I'd missed you." Then she stood up and looked at her father. "Owen," she said. "How are you?

Owen smiled, happy, as well, to see her after 2 weeks. "Wonderful," he said nodding and smiling.

Then, Crissa remembered the news of the day. "Aunt Meredith!" she said. "I met my adulthood today."

Meredith smiled down at her and chuckled, amused, but then her smiled faded as she realized what the girl had just said.

"She looks exactly like me. Though she's not really my grown up version, because she said her name is Cristina."

Owen, who was listening amusedly to her daughter, suddenly frowned, confused, and then looked at Meredith. The look on Meredith's face confused him even more. "What's she talking about?" he asked, still looking at Meredith

Meredith just looked at him, not able to say anything.

So… yup!

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