The bustling halls are filled with white coats and scrubs as a new group of interns stand nervously in the lobby. Among them is Sofia Robbins Sloan Torres, 24 years old, confident but undeniably feeling the weight of expectation as she adjusts her white coat.

Sofia’s eyes scan the hospital. It’s both familiar and strange. She’s spent countless hours here as a kid, running into Mark’s arms after surgery, sneaking cookies with Arizona, and sitting in Callie’s office coloring while waiting for her to finish her rounds. But today is different. Today, she’s not their daughter. She’s an intern.

A voice breaks through her thoughts.

Bailey: “Alright, listen up, newbies. This isn’t summer camp. This is Grey Sloan Memorial, and I don’t care whose name you share. If you’re standing here, you earn your place just like everyone else. Understood?”

Sofia nods, squaring her shoulders as a few curious glances dart her way. She knows they’re whispering, “Isn’t that Sloan and Torres’ kid?” but she pushes it aside. She’s here to prove herself.

She steps into the locker room and slips her stethoscope over her neck, taking a deep breath. The doors swing open, and in walks Arizona Robbins, still sharp and cheerful despite years in pediatric surgery.

Arizona: “There you are! My favorite new intern.”