"Woah! What the hell?!" Kutner shouted when he entered the room and saw the patient the man was in his mid-forties but did not look at all healthy. In fact, he looked quite alien. His skin was tinted a light purple and his eyes were open, but they were red and unseeing. However, the biggest shock was that the man was hovering about three inches above the hospital table.

"Is he alive?" Kutner asked, aiming the question at Taub or 13. Neither answered, as they both seemed to have been frozen in disbelief. Instead, Kutner received his reply from someone he hadn't previously seen.

"Yes." A tall black man hidden in the shadowy corner spoke. Even if Kutner hadn't been too shocked to hardly breathe earlier, he doubted he would've seen the man anyways. The doctor realized there were three other strangers in the room. He saw a young blonde woman. She was rather attractive, but definitely not his type.

There also stood a much older man who never took his eyes off of the patient and kept muttering things under his breath. The last stranger was a young man maybe in his early thirties. He was no older than Kutner himself. The man was casting an annoyed glance at the old man. The boy was really quite handsome; Kutner found he couldn't take his eyes off of him. At least, not until the boy looked over at Kutner. The young doctor blushed heavily. He hadn't realized he'd been sting until then.

"Sorry for the surprise," he apologized when Taub and 13 had recovered. "I'm Peter and this", he pointed to the old man, "is Dr. Frankenstein. She's Agent Dunham and he's – well, actually, I don't know what his name is." Kutner grinned and laughed a little nervously.

"So, who's up to finding Dr. House?"

House was in his office, but that wasn't such a big surprise. He looked up from absent-mindedly tossing the amazing ball in the air when Taub, 13, and Kutner walked through the glass doors. "I take it you've all seen our new patient. I tried to transfer his file, but Mars has some pretty strict policies. Sorry."

"What is going on?" 13 asked incredulously.

"Well, you'd have known the answer to that question if you'd all read these", House whined, tossing threes files onto the table. The three doctors snatched them up hastily.

"David Jacobson. 43 years. Male. Airline pilot. No immediate family", 13 started.

"Great", Taub huffed. "That sure limits the source of the disease down. He could've picked it up anywhere."

"Yeah, but what is it?" Kutner asked.

"That is what we're supposed to find out isn't it?" mocked House in his smart aleck voice. "Any ideas?"

"Cyanosis and Conjunctivitis." Taub perked up.

"No, he has plenty of oxygen, his tox screen's clean, no visible veins, no eye irritation or fever", House argued.

"Then how about Hyperemia to the eye blood vessels and ITP", Kutner offered. He didn't look hopeful.

"Negative for any STDs", 13 grunted. She slumped even lower into her seat. It was a little unlike 13. She was usually on top of things. No pun intended.

"No good. Run another blood test", House ordered.