Cristina's hello was met with nothing but silence so she tried again, wondering if maybe she had gone wrong and this area wasn't the infirmary in use.
Before she could consider her next move a woman walked into the room. A very familiar woman. Meredith. Her Meredith. She was alive. Cristina's person was alive and standing in front of her. Cristina couldn't move, she was frozen on the spot afraid that if she moved Meredith would disappear and she'd be alone again.
When she felt Meredith's arms around her at first she couldn't react until her brain snapped back into gear and she raised her arms to embrace her back. Cristina returned the smile, "I might have a bit of an idea, Mer" she replied, the tears in her eyes slipping down her face without her taking any notice of them, "Oh and here I thought the no sleep, starving, zombie chased look was working for me" she replied slipping so easily back into her banter with Meredith. Her heart felt lighter than it had since before this had all started.
"Is anybody else here?" she asked glancing over Meredith's shoulder, "Derek? Zola? Owen?" she added, hopefully.