Richard Webber walked up the unfamiliar walkway to the normal house that belonged to a normal family, unwittingly mimicking the steps of Meredith months earlier. There was no one really to inform. Ellis was dead, Christina was there was Meredith was declared, the other interns all in the hospital, knowing the worst was possible, but dreading it. Derek was with Ellis, trying to save his girlfriend's mother, but ultimately failing. Everyone who needed to know was informed. And he was the only one who thought to inform the man that left Meredith Grey. He knocked on the door but hadn't accounted for what would happen if Thatcher wasn't the Grey to answer the door.

"Hello? May I help you?" A young woman, balancing a baby smiled at him, unaware that he was about to change her family's world…or at least some part of him hoped Thatcher still cared enough for his eldest daughter that he'd care.

"I'm looking for Thatcher."

"He's in the study, come in." She opened the door further, letting Richard in. "Who should I say is visiting?"

"Richard Webber…I'm an old friend." He took his hat off and held it to his chest.

"Richard?" An older Thatcher walked into the hallway. "What are you doing here?"

Richard had to admit, Thatcher's voice only held the smallest hint of displeasure. "Thatcher." Richard smiled sadly. "Could we sit?" He smiled as Thatcher's new wife, Susan, appeared behind the man.

"Yes, sure." He nodded gesturing for Richard to follow him. "What brings you around?" He sat on a large, plush chair as Richard took a seat on the couch across from him.

"I wanted to come in person. Ellis died yesterday."

"Oh, I'm sorry—"

"That's not all."

Thatcher leaned back, confused. "What is it?"

"Seattle Grace was called to the Bay to help with the ferry boat accident yesterday." He shook his head. "Meredith was one of the doctors who …she was on scene and there was an incident. Thatcher…I'm so sorry."

"What are you saying?"

"We did everything we could. We went beyond what we would have done for any other patient. She was too cold, gone too long."

"She's…dead?"

"She saved a man's life."

"Get out." Thatcher stood abrutly. "You ruined my family. You destroyed them-"

"Thatch—"

"Get out!" He yelled.

"Thatcher." Susan stood next to their daughter—Meredith's sister—looking shocked.

"I should go." Richard shook his head. "I'll call when we have the arrangements ironed out…for both of them." He added, heartbroken.

"Dad?" Richard heard his daughter address Thatcher as he turned his back to walk back to the front door.

Some part of him was glad that Thatcher was distraught: he abandoned Meredith and Ellis. But the other half—the devastated father he felt like—felt sorry for Thatcher. He wanted Meredith to survive. He promised she would only be declared when she was warm and dead but they never finished that promise.