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One thing's for sure: Large and In Charge is back with a vengeance. This season Grey's has been a little too Izzie-centric for my taste, and it was a welcome relief to have a break from all of her mindfuck this week. So Callie took over Seattle Grace, and she means business. But we'll get to all of that in a minute.

For whatever reason, the writers of this show love opening dream sequences. They love them more than Christina loves cutting people open and Meredith loves squinting her eyes and whining long diatribes. Anyway, this week opens up with Meredith looking at her own purple corpse, which suddenly wakes up and says "Pick me, choose me, love me," which is, in case no one knew, the best line in history of television. She's still freaked out though, which is weird, because Meredith's body is already limp and lifeless and frightening. You think she would have gotten used to it already.

When we last left our friends at Seattle’s most dysfunctional hospital, George told Callie that slept with Izzie just before the episode ended. Grey’s is defined by its good cliffhangers (Does anyone remember “This is my husband, and you must be the intern he’s screwing”?), and this is no exception. But here’s what’s shocking: the resolution was even more surprising than the cliffhanger. Callie doesn’t go completely Carrie Underwood on George. She stays calm. She says she forgives him, which is incidentally tonight’s voice-over theme. God, this was so worth missing the Indians-Red Sox game over.

My mind is changing about Callie. She’s actually incredibly strong and self-possessed and probably the only female character on the show (besides Bailey) who has it together, and it surprised me to see her stick with a guy who had sex with a hot, blonde, ex-underwear model. So George calls Izzie in a panic and runs to the hospital and through its halls like either an eight year old girl who really has to pee or a chicken with no head. I don’t know, I guess he sort of resembles both.

Cross my heart, hope to die, was-it-really-necessary-to-show-Alex-sticking-a- needle-into-that-kid's-eye, has Grey's picked up. Wow. Tonight's theme was "You can't handle the truth!" and I can't imagine how Really Old Guy Charlie won't win an Emmy for his heroic, groundbreaking performance as a crotchety old man who yells at people and demands "real lobster, not that whitefish crap."

In last week's preview the Chief promised, "A resident has been attacked and A BABY IS MISSING!" And were they ever. Tonight's theme: addiction. As in, George can't quite quit his bad marriage, McDreamy sadly realizes he's dependent on Meredith, and a crystal meth lab explodes and almost kills four people.

It's pretty shocking when the real identity of the Crystals is revealed. (Sidenote: awesome that the meth brewers/dealers have the last name "Crystal." Way to be clever and subtle, Grey's writers). But anyway, that one meth addict-- the vaguely ethnic younger guy-- is even pretty good looking, which is completely inconsistent with everything I've ever been told about this drug. Whenever I see pictures of meth addicts in magazines or newspapers they have no teeth and charred skin. Or they're Fergie.