Lyra walked along the street, glaring at all the people that annoyed her. You didn't have to do much to annoy her, so she was glaring at practically everyone.

The list of people included -

1. Teenage girls with ridiculously high pitched laughter.

2. Young women who talk about stupid, insignificant things, such as the colour of their dresses, the colour of their hair, shopping, etc.

3. Men talking about dirty things.

4. Children that are crying.

And the list goes on.

She spat on the ground, earning stares from passers-by - not that she cared.

Then all of a sudden, she felt faint. Black dots started appearing in the corners of her vision and a blinding pain exploded in her head.

She swore loudly before she hit the ground, people turning around to look.

She was on the ground, having a seizure, by the time they turned around. It was lucky that someone had the sense to call 911.

x.x.x

Cuddy threw the file at House's head; he ducked and the file hit the window, papers falling out and flying to the floor.

'Somebody's moody today,' he commented, as Cuddy left without a word. House picked up one of the papers, wondering what had happened to Cuddy to get her so moody.

Women, he thought, shaking his head.

He opened the file and read it.

Lyra Ellis

30 year old female.

Seizure.

He sighed. Boring. He stopped, and put it back on the desk. He picked up his guitar and resumed playing.

x.x.x

'She awake?' asked Chase, walking in as Cameron and Foreman checked her vital signs.

She was an odd person. She looked like she was in her late twenties to early thirties. Most women around this age are settling down, maturing, and starting a family.

If not for her embittered face, she could have been in high school. She had a tattoo on her left arm, and one that couldn't be seen on her back. She had dyed black hair and double pierced ears, as well as a pierced bellybutton.

She was not that pretty when you first looked at her. Passers-by hardly noticed her face for staring at her tattoo, torn shirt and dyed hair. She looked ordinary if you just glanced at her, and there were many women walking down that street prettier than her. However, she had striking features - bright blue eyes, a sharp nose and lips that would have been nice had they not been pursed, and the more you looked at her, the more you saw how attractive she really was.

'No,' said Cameron.

Chase left again; Cameron sighed.

x.x.x

House started writing symptoms on the board. So far he only had one - a seizure.

Everyone was silent.

'You are doctors, aren't you?' said House.

'She only has one symptom!' said Foreman. 'Seizures could be a symptom of so many things it'd be impossible to list them all before nightfall.'

'So go ahead,' said House.

'You're not serious,' said Cameron.

'I'm deadly serious,' said House, turning to leave. 'Have fun!'

Before House could leave, there was a beeping from all of their pagers.

'We have more symptoms,' said House, as they all ran to the hospital room.

x.x.x

They ran in, and were surprised to see a perfectly normal, awake, living patient.

'Who paged us?' asked Chase.

'Oh, I did,' said the woman, sitting up.

They looked confused.

'It was a red alert page,' said Cameron.

'I know how to page from the hospital room. God knows I've done it before,' she said.

'So, nothing's wrong?' asked Foreman.

'No, but I'm awake,' she said. The three looked utterly confused; House had a slight smile on his face.

'I'm a doctor,' she said, 'so don't treat me like an idiot.'

'On the other hand,' said House, 'she used to be an alcoholic, so treat her like an idiot. Isn't that right, Lyra Ellis?'

Lyra scowled at him.

'What have you come up with so far?' she asked, changing the subject.

'Nothing,' said Foreman.

'Gee, you're efficient aren't you?' she said, with the exact same dry sarcastic tone that House so frequently used. Foreman shuddered at the thought of a second House.

'A seizure's the only symptom we have,' said House, 'it'd be ridiculous to try and list them all.'

'Well, it could be a number of things,' she said.

'It could be a hell of a great number of things,' said House.

'So you just want to wait around until you get another symptom?' she said.

'Yeah. Generally. You're lucky I didn't drop the case, actually,' said House, 'Seizures bore me.'

'Well sorry if someone dying is too boring for you,' she said. 'If you can't come up with anything, I might as well. It could be Neurocysticercosis, or Clostridium perfringens,' she said.

'Ok. You list all the diseases it could be. I'm going until she gets another symptom,' said House, leaving. The woman sighed as Chase, Cameron and Foreman left after House.

x.x.x

'You're back,' said the woman. 'There are no new symptoms,' she said. 'Go away. I'm trying to read something.'

'I'm monitoring your progress,' said House.

She put the book down and looked sceptically at him.

'What do you want?' she asked.

'What drove you to an alcohol addiction?' he asked.

She rolled her eyes and picked up the book again.

'Go away,' she said.

'You realise you're the one in the hospital bed and I'm the one that can actually move without aid,' he said.

'Really? Next time I'll let you try walking around without your old man's stick,' she said.

'Don't be mean to a poor cripple,' said House.

'I'll do whatever I want,' she said, blowing a bubble with her gum and popping it, glaring at House all the while.

'What was it?' asked House.

The woman put a pair of iPod earphones in her ears and pretended she couldn't hear.

'We've booked you in for an MRI test,' said House.

'What was that?' she said, taking out one of her earphones.

'An MRI test,' said House.

'About time,' she said, resuming reading.