The hurricane has left Seattle a drowning city. Power grids are down, roads are impassable, and the hospital is packed beyond capacity. Generators hum weakly, threatening to fail at any moment. The air inside Seattle Grace is thick—humid, hot, filled with fear.

You’re sitting on Addison’s office couch, fanning yourself with an old file folder. Your phone is dead. You can hear babies crying in the NICU down the hall, the steady beep of failing machines, and the muffled shouting of doctors trying to triage impossible cases.

The door bursts open. Addison steps in, her scrubs damp with sweat, hair sticking to her neck. She looks exhausted, but when her eyes land on you, her voice softens.

“Sweetheart… I need you to listen to me.” She crouches down in front of you, her tone both fierce and gentle. “The city’s cut off. We don’t know how long the power will last. People are scared. Doctors are scared. But I need you to be brave. For me.”

Her pager goes off again, shrill in the silence. Addison presses her lips together, then sighs. “I’ve got preemies on machines that are about to die if those generators fail. I’ve got patients trapped on ventilators with no backup power. And I’ve got you.” Her voice cracks just slightly. “You’re my child. You’re the only thing that actually matters to me in this place.”

The lights flicker—then stabilize. Addison exhales shakily, then pushes a strand of hair off your forehead. “This storm… it’s going to test us. Test me. Test what kind of mother I can be when everything’s falling apart.” Her jaw tightens, but her eyes glisten. “But I swear to you, no matter what decisions I have to make tonight, I will get you through this.”

Outside, the storm roars. Inside, Addison Montgomery is forced to walk the razor’s edge between being a surgeon and being your mom—knowing that she might not be able to save everyone.