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Recapped by LuluBates · Aired 2009-11-09

As usual. the first five minutes of the show are a death watch. Will it be the pop star? The big ol' bouncer? Or the fast-talking, Twittering teen? It's the teen. Her various appendages swell up until she drops. House calls it "severe edema," but I call it Stay-Puft-looking. House solves it in 59 minutes flat. Well 59 minutes of television time plus 59 minutes of real time.

Wilson wants to go to a medical conference, and he wants House to go with him so he can continue to monitor his mental health. House has a case, but since he totally solved it already and he found out Cuddy was going to the conference, too, somebody get that guy a name tag!

House has a theory that the girl has rhabdo (it took about ten minutes of very creative Googling to find out how to spell that), but the tests come back indicating low potassium. House takes the opportunity to prove once again that all teenagers are liars and gets to yell at Chase for being a sucker. Again. The girl breaks down under questioning and admits that she is a top-secret comic book fiend. Oh, the shame! She stalked an author and ate everything he ate, because she's kinky like that. The second her parents show up she starts bleeding around her heart. Oh sure, blame the parents. The team conference-calls with House, but they have no ideas. House recommends hooking her up to a lie detector. Foreman asks a few more probing questions but ends up making her brain bleed. Oops! She actually has a physical reason for lying.

I refuse to discuss the '80s party at the conference where House and Cuddy slow dance to Cindy Lauper and take a heart-warming trip down memory lane. Also, House thought it would be hilarious to party like it was the 1780s. Understandably, Cuddy bolts, abandoning House on the dance floor. Then House finds out that Wilson is a covert Angel of Mercy who is planning on outing himself to a host of his peers at the conference. House does his best to convince his friend not to commit career suicide, but when that fails, House drugs him and hides his pants.

The doctors realize that the patient stalked the creepy comic author. Cameron and Chase go to confront him, but he won't admit anything despite Cameron's scariest stare. Cameron thinks the girl is suffering from an overdose of roofies. And that Chase is a big old liar. It's not roofies. Cameron boldly suggests doing something that will potentially kill the patient. And why shouldn't she? House would do it. So they give the patient a truth serum, ands she admits that the author gave her a little yellow pill and a dirty old man rubdown. While her dad prepares the pitchfork and torches, Foreman points out that according to his scanner, her pants are on fire.

Speaking of pants on fire and the lying liars who wear them, Cuddy has been keeping a secret from House. A little bearded secret named Lucas. Yes, the private eye that House hired a season back. Awkward! Wilson wakes up from his drug-induced stupor and tries to make it to the conference in time to give his career-killing paper. House steals his pants AND his paper AND his public apology. House and Wilson battle it out just long enough for House to have his magical medical moment. Hemachromotosis made the girl susceptible to something in the oysters on the half shell. You know, God specifically said not to eat shellfish, so she totally deserved it.

And Chase finally confesses to Cameron that he killed the evil old dictator. Eh, he deserved it, too.

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A group of precocious girls with an exuberant amount of eyeliner stand between the velvet ropes waiting, nay hoping, to make it into Pharmacide's tour kick-off party, which appears to be in Conference Room B of the Hyatt Regency in Princeton, New Jersey, so Pharmacide is obviously all sorts of awesome and really into irony. The leader of the brat pack gets a gleam in her eye, grabs one her minions Venti whatever and her second, and charge to the front of the line pretending to gab to someone. She tells the bouncer that they are the DJ's assistants, because every DJ positively yearns to employ attitude-riddled 15-year-olds as their assistant. If they can't buy you porn, lottery tickets or beer, what is the point of having an assistant? Can't imagine DJs require a lot of filing. The bouncer does not seem to subscribe to my train of thought and he opens the velvet rope for the girls to walk through. There is a momentary distraction though, when, somebody I assume is in Pharmacide based on the fact that he is walking around with no shirt and enough guyliner for a Cure cover band. The bouncer forgets that he already let the girls in, and when they protest, the band member swoops in and saves them claiming they are his "plus two." The girls giggle and follow him into the Hyatt's carpeted elevator waving bye-bye to their friends. Yeah. I totally buy that. Guys in bands love hanging out with giggly 15-year-olds, because statutory rape looks awesome on a rock n' roll resume. Also, we are still waiting for someone to need the services of Dr. House, lest this turn in to a pale imitation of a Gossip Girl episode, so can someone please hurry up and keel over? The day the kiss-and-tell teens recount their glorious adventures with Pharmacide. There was the Presidential Suite, the pool, some weed was smoked, and there was a midnight skinny dip and, of course, a song was written to serenade her. To his credit, the drummer kept it in his pants. The Blair Waldorf wannabe finishes her story when one of her frenemies notices that her foot has swelled up like the Sta-Puft Marshmallow Man. They all cupcake about what could be causing it, when her hands swell up and then she collapses. Finally.

Meanwhile, Wilson is packing because he's taking House on a luxury, two-night, all-expenses-paid cruise to the Pharmacology and Public Policy Conference. Woot! Wilson reminds him that it has been on his calendar for weeks, and since he promised to look after House in his fragile mental and emotional state, House has to go with him. House thinks the state Pillow Fighting Championship would be more beneficial to ameliorating his mental health, which is undoubtedly true, but Wilson doesn't care. House is fine with that. He'll just alert Foreman that he won't be able to see the 16-year-old patient with severe edema. No biggie! Wilson groans, but really now, did he not expect House to have a patient with symptoms of mysterious origins and a pithy comeback or two? House joins Foreman, Chase and Cameron with his differential diagnosis all set. She has rhabdo. Do not ask how long it took me to figure out that that's what he was saying, because it's embarrassing. There are a lot of different possible ways to spell that, okay? And, yeah, I'll admit it, I got chucked out of the third-grade spelling bee on "martyr." Anyway, I'm not sure if he's talking about this rhabdo or that rhabdo, but he doesn't seem that interested in the diagnosis. He just wants someone to go to the pillow fight with him! Foreman rolls his eyes without actually rolling his eyes and asks if maybe they can discuss the 16-year-old who suddenly has the joints of an 80-year-old, but House is done. Case solved! Everyone go home, nothing to see here. The girl fell, crushed her muscles, caused swelling, that means RHABDO (probably the latter of the two links). Cameron pipes in from where she is sitting across the room (or as House notes, as far as possible from Chase yet still in the same room), Chase interrupts to suggest deep vein thrombosis, and Cameron adds allergies as a possibility. House doesn't care. If anyone isn't paying attention, House thinks it's rhabdo, The doctors decide to test for everything. During the MRI that is like their diagnostic divining rod, Chase grouses to Foreman that House is an ass. Which may be the most obvious thing anyone has ever said ever. I mean, duh. Foreman thinks House may be using his cutting wit to encourage Chase to talk to Cameron. Also, they find no obstructions or anything too obvious on the MRI.

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House stops by Cuddy's office for his daily sexual-harassment-and-objectification fix. I guess his addictive personality has to find an outlet. This time he has charmingly named Cuddy's breasts after Patty and Selma because they are "always smokin'." Why does she like him again? Because a hostile workplace is secretly cute, and his patently insulting and pervasive harassment is just kind of adorable? If you are a super-genius (and good-looking) it's fine to create a hostile work environment? I'm glad that Cuddy doesn't seem to bother changing her behavior or her wardrobe to shut him up, but I don't like that she allows herself to be dragged to his level. What really bothers me, though, is that she seems to find it all secretly flattering. Anyway. House finally bothers to get to his point and asks her to authorize the discharge of his minor patient because she has rhabdo. He then notices in his Mentalist (or is it Psych?) way that her outbox is bigger than normal and surmises that she is going to the medical conference with Wilson. What a co-ink-ee-dink, he is, too. She almost gasps in horror, because he's not on the registration list, and Wilson said he had a patient. House points out that she's signing the discharge papers now, tosses out one more double entendre and heads home to pack.

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House heads off to verbally abuse Wilson. Wilson is sitting with a dying patient and he doesn't really want to talk to House, but he always does doesn't he? House has decided that he should go to the conference, and Wilson instantly sees through him and knows that he found out that Cuddy is going. Wilson sighs that they are leaving in two hours and heads back to help his patient find the morphine button. In front of a recovering addict, Wilson? What kind of friend are you? Sheesh.

House is packing when Chase corners him to complain about dropping hints to Cameron about how he murdered James Earl Jones. House isn't really paying attention, until Chase also mentions that their patient's scan shows no sign of the muscle crush that is needed for a rhabdo diagnosis. House looks perturbed and goes to talk to the patient. He brings her a video of a heavy metal drummer banging it out on the skins and demands that she drum along to the beat. He hands her his cane and a pen as drumsticks, two items that are so uneven in weight and size that it can't help her keep the beat as House insists she does. She looks skeptical, but drums along until she just can't anymore. Her arms fall limply to the side, paralyzed, thus proving House's point, with an assist from Lars Ulrich. He (House, not Lars) says that her potassium was low, but rhabdo raises potassium. So if her potassium was even lower yesterday, then there was no way she could have been climbing stairs and hopping fences to take illicit midnight swims. If she couldn't move, then she couldn't have had a fall that would trigger the rhabdo. So there is an underlying condition that caused both the rhabdo and the low potassium. Chase has his normal "Why didn't I think of that?" face as House leaves the room triumphant. He orders Chase to get an accurate history of the events last night, and cautions him that the patient is a big fat liar. The girl protests, "I'm not fat!" Because, really, how rude.

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Chase calls Cameron in for back-up, because she speaks girl. They list all the big scary diseases that could cause low potassium (kidney failure, leukemia, cancer) and demand to know any drugs or alcohol they had last night. The patient, Jordan, and her friend exchange a look and then come out with the real story. They swear the doctors to secrecy and then confess that they didn't hang out with the band last night, but stalked a comic book author instead. They don't want their friends to realize they are manga-heads. So what really happened last night was that they were waiting on line to see the band and Jordan checked her Twitter feed and saw that the comic book creator was also staying at the Hyatt in New Jersey and would be at the Pharmacide party. They knew their friends wouldn't understand their secret love of comics, so they ditched them. All the better to stalk the author, my dears. At the party they stayed a discreet ten feet away from the middle-aged frumpy guy, and then followed him to the hotel restaurant, discreetly, of course. Then they sat a few tables away and watched him. And then they ordered everything he ordered and "lived his life" for a few hours. The chances of two teenage girls standing a few feet from their idol and being discreet about it seems incredibly unlikely. Have you seen teenage girls? Particularly in packs, they are far from discreet. Cameron retrieves a sample of everything the girls ate last night, but to Chase it looks like free lunch. It can't be the oysters, because they are too delicious. Also, no one else got sick. Foreman surveys the feast and wonders if bulimia is the underlying condition. She is a teenage girl, after all. Cameron orders some tests and a psych consult. Cameron, she would never barf up her idol's food! That would be sacrilege!

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House has called shotgun and is waiting patiently (as if!) at Wilson's car and reading the conference program. He is surprised that Wilson is giving a paper, but is even more surprised that the conference is throwing an '80s party for the attendees. With the promise of pharmaceutical grade cocaine in all the bathrooms, obviously Cuddy is going. When House suddenly starts considering wearing leg warmers, Wilson suggests that maybe House should just ask Cuddy out on a date. House refuses on principle, he just wants Cuddy to gradually warm up to his advances and he is pretty sure that his constant stream of comments on her lady bits will do just that. They can't talk anymore about House's brilliant plan to convince Cuddy of his charms, because she is ready to leave. And she's bringing her baby! Perfect accessory to ward off unwanted sexual advances. Hopefully. Isn't it like an eight-hour drive from New Jersey to the Adirondacks? Why are they leaving so late in the day?

Cameron and Foreman are conducting more tests on the patient, but Cameron isn't focusing. She wants Foreman to tell her whether Chase is having an affair. She admits that she followed him the other day and he went to the gym, like he said. But! She only followed him once and was undoubtedly lying the other four times he said he went to the gym that week. Have you seen Chase? He's not five-time-a-week gym material. She asks him again if Chase is having an affair and, uncharacteristically, Foreman adamantly says no. But Cameron doesn't believe him or seem particularly moved by the fact that Foreman actually took a stance. When the test ends with no signs of bulimia, Chase lets in the girl's parents who have flown back from their work in Shanghai. They rush to their daughter's side just in time to watch her collapse from all the fluid that has built up around her heart. Don't these doctors know better than to let anyone's parents into the room? Every time a loved one is near a patient something ghastly happens. Don't the doctors ever learn? Cameron stabs a giant needle into the girl's chest, and the parents don't even gasp. Must be the jet lag.

The doctors call House for guidance. The patient is now on heart medication, but they have no clue as to the underlying cause. House thinks they can rule out chronic conditions because of the sudden onset, so it has to be acute, meaning toxin or infection. Cameron goes to gather samples from the hotel room. House fakes that his cell phone reception is breaking up (albeit it was better than your average fake static) and hangs up on them. I have always wondered with this show whether we see all the cases this team gets or just select ones that are particularly challenging. Because they never solve any of their cases quickly. And if the hospital is paying four doctors to work on one case for days and days, it just doesn't seem very profitable. Yes, I know, health care shouldn't be all about the money, but it sort of it is. House embarrasses Wilson by picking up some random doctor's nametag and swag bag and heading off to the conference. Foreman sends the girl's parents away, but he lets her BFF Phoebe stay so he can grill her about last night's events and hopefully obtain a clue. The girl swears that she told them everything. Jordan corrects her. They didn't tell the doctors about going to Bruce Springsteen's house and playing the first electric guitar he ever bought. Phoebe stares at her in confusion and begs her to stop lying. Jordan can't believe her friend doesn't believe her, but untrustworthy friends are the least of her problems. Foreman has noticed that her brain is leaking out of her ear. That's worse!

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At the Hyatt where the girls were staying, Cameron finds the comic book author and asks him about the other night. He says it was pretty hard to miss the giggling and staring emanating from the girls. Then he tries out a line on Cameron, which comes across like a ton of bacon (read = greasy). Back at the hospital, Foreman explains to Phoebe that the bleeding in Jordan's brain is making her lie, so Phoebe now has to tell him the truth about everything. Phoebe swears that the only time they were apart the entire evening was when Jordan went to go get ice... but she fell asleep so she doesn't actually know how long Jordan was gone. Foreman bitch slaps her for withholding such a vital piece of information! You know, a girl who can't help but lie is in some way House's perfect patient. I mean, he already thinks everyone lies, and even called Jordan a liar to her face, so being confronted with a patient who is physically unable to tell the truth must be sort of awesome for him. You know, if he was actually here to appreciate it.

Wow, those doctors go all out when they're cutting loose (and I don't mean surgically). The '80s party at the conference isn't just a pastiche of lazily applied blue eyeshadow, leg warmers, and shoulder pads -- no, it's a virtual hit parade of the greatest from the '80s. We have doctors dressed as Devo, Mr. T, Madonna in Desperataely Seeking Susan,, a member of Def Leppard, even a "Beat It"-era Michael Jackson. Cuddy is dressed like the lead from Flashdance, because you wouldn't recognize her if she came as supporting cast member, now would you? Then there is House. He is a moron. He came dressed for an '80s party, alright... a 1780s party! That's a knee-slapper, that is. Yuk yuk yuk. Cuddy spots him immediately and points out that is a 1980s party, as if he somehow ACTUALLY MISUNDERSTOOD the invitation and was not being annoyingly, INTENTIONALLY OBTUSE. She asks how much it cost to rent that thing, and he claims it was in Wilson's bag, which would be funny except that the whole premise is COMPLETELY ANNOYING. They head out onto the dance floor to save Cuddy from having to bust a move with a Ghostbuster and the song switches to a slow dance, "Time After Time" to be precise. Once snuggled up tight and slow-dancing to the sultry sound of Cindy Lauper's voice, they embark on a trip down memory lane. House reminds her of the last time they danced, which was at a med school hoedown the week they met. So this '80s party has deep roots in the medical tradition. Cuddy corrects him, because they actually met earlier than that, in the bookstore. Apparently House was an arrogant dick even in med school, but Cuddy likes that sort, and they hooked up. House swears he meant to call afterwards, and Cuddy rolls her eyes. House explains that he did mean to, but then he got a call from the Dean, and then he got expelled from his first med school, and he didn't see a point in following through. At this admission of undying love, Cuddy bolts. They really should have been dancing to The Bangles' "Eternal Flame." It would have made that scene even more touching.

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It is the wee hours of the morning, and Wilson is awake to receive the depressing call that his patient died. House is about to roll over back to sleep when all those hours spent in group therapy kick in, and he sits up to tell Wilson that, under the circumstances, it was for the best. See? Their friendship is totally mutual. Wilson changes the subject, because sharing feelings with House is awkward, if not just plain masochistic, so he asks House how his night went. House smirks that they've moved onto a new phase in their relationship, the one where he tells Cuddy he has always liked her and she walks off the dance floor, making him look like even more of an asshole for standing around looking like he just walked out of Colonial Williamsburg. House changes the subject back to Wilson. If I wanted this much back and forth I'd be watching the ping pong championships on ESPN. House thinks it's odd that Wilson's patient would die this weekend. Did he somehow know it would happen while he was away? Um, I know House is a brilliant diagnostician and all, but where did that come from? Wilson doesn't answer and House grabs Wilson's laptop, flips it open and reads his paper. It's on euthanasia. And he's not talking about using it on dogs. (In the inimitable words of Bob Barker, spay and neuter your pets, kids!) House thinks Wilson is due for a quick trip down to the old nut house. He knows a nice one! But Wilson doesn't want to hear it. Although if House thinks you're crossing a line, it might be a good time to reconsider. He euthanized his patient, and he doesn't want to talk about it.

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Back at Princeton-Plainsboro, the crack team are going through the hotel's security files. As much as no one likes to see a sick kid, based on my expertise garnered from watching at least four episodes of Las Vegas, hotels don't give up their security tapes very easily, and wouldn't they at least be in the room? But no, it is just all three team members in their civvies, with nary a white coat in sight to give them a soupçon of authority to explain why the hotel would give them the tapes. And what happens if the girl codes while they're all standing around reviewing the tape, huh? They're trying to figure out if the girl really went for ice or went and licked arsenic-lined wallpaper or something. They see her in the elevator and she has the author's journal in her hands. Ooh, it's his fault! Sic 'im!

Wilson is so depressed he's taking a long walk off a short pier. Luckily, House finds him before he can go any further. Wilson swears he's not insane for publicly talking about playing Dr. Kevorkian with his patients. Doctors are rarely indicted! Which is certainly a ringing endorsement. But seriously, Wilson, if House thinks something is a bad idea, you may want to listen. Wilson feels that he is firmly on the moral high ground here and truly believes that someone besides teabaggers and Sarah Palin needs to talk about how the dying are treated in this country. House agrees, but doesn't think Wilson should jeopardize his practice by taking a stand. Think about the cancer patients, Wilson! The cancer patients! Wilson swears he just wants to do what he believes in, consequences be damned. House demands, "Who taught you how to do this stuff?!" Wilson retorts, "I learned it by watching you!"

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Back at the hotel, the author thinks his (wet) dream came true when Cameron knocks on his door. Then he sees Chase glaring in the background. Cameron knows that Jordan was in his hotel room last night. When he denies it, she slams open the door and demands to know if would really cover his ass at the expense of a young girl's life? The author glares at her and shuts the door firmly. Chase groans at Cameron's temper and then rounds on her because he knows her anger is really directed at him. He repeats that HE IS NOT HAVING AN AFFAIR. Cameron glares back at him that she was not talking about Chase. She thinks an overdose of roofies could account for all of Jordan's symptoms.

At the hotel, Cuddy's babysitter bailed, and she's hanging out outside with her daughter when Wilson finds her. He not-at-all subtly asks about '80s night, and Cuddy explains that House was very sweet, but as the baby she's holding can attest to, she's a mother now. She needs someone she can rely on. House tries, but he's not reliable.

The team is finally back at the hospital, and their patient has broken out in red patches that Foreman blames on bleeding behind the kidneys. So it's not roofies. Cameron thinks it must be a toxic reaction, but then she mutters that the dirty old comic book artist must have slipped her something. Too bad they will never get the truth out of that rat bastard! Chase mutters back that the guy is an illustrator, not a drug dealer. Like OH MY GOD, just tell her you're a murderer already, so we can stop listening to this bickering! It's bad enough when mommy and daddy do it, I can't have it here on my escapist medical drama, too! Cameron decides that the only way they will be able to get the truth out of their lying patient is to drug her! To think House is missing all this fun. Chase thinks she's mad at him, but taking out on the author by thinking that he is lying when it's really that Cameron thinks Chase is lying, and she wants to drug the girl to get her tell the truth about what the lying guy did to her. Good thing Chase is so smart, because I would never have been able to string that together. Foreman agrees with Cameron. Truth serum, don't fail me now!

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House sits at a table surrounded by a veritable shooting gallery of minis from the hotel fridge. Does he still drink? He has grape soda, which I know from experience, does not mix with anything, and he pours some for Wilson on the premise that one dollar grape soda tastes better when you're told it is worth ten dollars. Wilson sits across from him, swilling his over-priced soda, and tells House that he can get Cuddy if he proves he is reliable. Wilson suggests that House scamper down to her room and offer his au pair services. House is unconvinced of this tactic, and Wilson finds himself suddenly at a loss for words. He tries to speak, slurs, and then realizes: House drugged him. He denounces him and says Cuddy is better off without him. House kindly catches his head before it smacks the table. The old House wouldn't have done that at all.

Jordan is propped up and is able to speak when they give her the truth serum. For some reason, they've set up a video camera to record her confession. Cameron sits down and asks her to tell them what really happened that night. Jordan explains that she went up to the guy's hotel room because she found his journal in the restaurant. She couldn't believe that he would let her hang out with him. Her heart rate increases and Chase is concerned, but Foreman lets it go. The girl continues her tragic tale, explaining that the author sniffed her hair and gave her a pill that he claimed was ecstasy, but didn't look like it. Naughty girl knows what ecstasy looks like? She totally deserved it, then. The girl's parents are in the room where Chase and Foreman are monitoring her heart rate and brain er... something or other. When she explains that the guy gave her a pill and started touching her, and she didn't want to insult him, the dad looks like he's going to have an aneurysm right there, which is actually a pretty good place to have one if you are going to, what with Chase and Foreman so handy. The girl apologizes to her parents. Her mother is completely stone-faced, and if the girl survives, she is totally getting grounded and a full STD panel. The dad threatens to kill the author (in front of witnesses, too, and you know Chase would testify) but Foreman holds him back. He's been monitoring the girl's peri-orbital blood flow (Why didn't I know that? Stupid! Stupid!), and it totally indicates that she is lying. Nothing she said was true. Well, shit. Who needs lie detectors when you have Foreman around? So they still have no idea what's wrong with her.

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Back at the lodge, for some reason Cuddy, Lucas, House and Wilson all go out for breakfast together. The baby is whereabouts unknown, but whatevs. I guess there's nothing else to do in the Adirondacks other than have awkward breakfasts. Cuddy explains that she thought someone in accounting was skimming, so she hired the only private investigator she knew, and one thing lead to another. House is strangely satisfied by that, but I'm not. Lucas is so incredibly unlikable and fidgety and just plain weird, why would Cuddy like him? Is she really so desperate that she'll put up with House's derogatory (but flattering!) comments and hook up with Lucas the private dick? Yeesh. House wants to know why she would keep it a secret. Because she's embarrassed about the sad depths to which she has sunk as a woman of a certain age? Anyhoo, House wants to know if they kept it a secret because of his fragile mental state, and while Cuddy tries to maintain a shred of dignity, Lucas embarks on a notable and worthy ramble about how Cuddy was worried, and he had to hide out as the dirty secret, and how he knows that House had a dream about having sex with Cuddy. He rambles and he rambles and then he realizes he should maybe consider shutting the hell up. Then he offers to buy House a ginger ale, and House accepts. End Scene. Let the head scratching commence.

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At the hospital, Jordan is getting better, and her parents have a surprise for her: they are going to stay in the country! Whoops, no they're not! Ha ha hahahahha! No one cares. Cameron wants to prove that the author is a dirty old perv, but the girl is shy (glitter leggings and entire rest of plot to the contrary), and she didn't dare approach the esteemed author. She just left his journal outside. Cameron is so bummed that the girl wasn't drugged and raped, because then she would be right. At the hotel, House and Wilson watch Cuddy and Lucas play with Rachel. House thinks they look alright together. Wilson uses that as an entry point into talking about his euthanization of his terminal patient. He knows he did nothing wrong, but needed to hear it from someone else. He thanks House for being a good friend and drugging him to protect him from his own stupid and self-destructive impulses. House shrugs. All in a day's work 'round these parts.

Chase sits moodily on the couch at home. Cameron sits to him and apologizes for having a suspicious mind, she knows the song and she knows how it ends. Chase takes her hand and starts to tell her the truth and she is like oh God, you ARE having an affair! He rolls his eyes and she apologizes. Again. He tells her about murdering the evil dictator. She stands up and screams, "J'accuse! MURDERER!" Or, I wish she did. Instead she just sits there and looks as morose as a moose. Sigh.

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