"Then I've come to the right place," said House. "Because I'm not looking for Cuddy." He limped over the threshold and into the center of Wilson's living room. He glanced around for a moment, realizing that, not that long ago, he'd believed he'd never see it again. It was good to be back on better terms with his best friend.

"I was looking for this oncologist I know who lives here," he said. "Maybe you've seen him. Floppy brown hair, pocket protector, few extra pounds..." He smirked. "Ring any bells?"