"I'm worried about Izzie," Meredith said, her fingers intertwining with Derek's as they lay in bed, talking.
"Why?" Derek asked, looking over at her.
"This thing at the hospital, with the guy who was meant to get the heart that Denny got... she's freaking out," she replied. "And normally, I can deal with an Izzie freak out. She bakes, she gets a little manic, but usually George is able to talk her around. This time... she's just... crazy."
"She'll snap out of it," he assured her. "I think this is part of the closure process."
~*~*~*~
"I said goodbye, I burned the sweater!" Izzie exclaimed, staring in shock at the man who stood in the far corner of her room.
"Yeah, thanks for that, by the way," Denny said, taking a step towards her. "I loved that sweater. You made me that sweater."
Izzie shook her head, backing away.
"Izzie..." Denny tried, soothingly. "Stop freaking out."
"You're not real," she said to herself, closing her eyes. "You're not real."
"Hey, I told you," he tried again.
"You're not real! You're not real! You're not real!" she protested.
"Look at me," Denny said, standing inches from her now. "Touch me."
Izzie tentatively reached out and touched his chest, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"See?" he smiled. "Told you I was real."