She watched as the leaves fell about in the dark of the night. She did not recognize any of it. She just sighed and walked back to the table of the conference room and sat at the chair in front of the white dry-erase board. The symptoms were wrote upon it and to her they were just another piece to the puzzle unsolved. She sat back and for a moment. She could imagine all the times House sat there doing the same, as she and the others either slept or worked in the clinic. For a moment she could feel the burden, the hurt and the hate for the man she thought of.

He left her in this position, he left her to try and to push for everything she now had, he left her to fend for herself in a world that only knew to take and never give, he left her. She sat up and began to rub her temples as she felt the familiar swell of tears form in her eyes. These tears were all too familiar to her. She had the same tears fall for 4 months now and they never seemed to fade or even begin to diminish along with the warmth she had once felt in her soul.

She stopped and continued to stare at the board. The words on the board becoming a little blurry but suddenly a bit clearer for some odd reason. She could feel the sudden rush of knowing, of finally beginning to solve that last piece of the puzzle. To get to that last level of the game. She smiled slightly as she erased the board and walked to the phone calling the nurses of the I.C.U, informing them of what medicines the patient needs to recover. Hanging up the phone she walks to House's office and then out onto the balcony.

She is unaware that he watches, watches the pain, and the hate that she feels as she carries the weight House's death on her shoulders. He knows what she'll do, she's done it with every patient, every time for 4 months. She'll sit on the balcony alone and in despair and cry for the tragic life that was Gregory House alone. He turns and walks away with just a sigh and a shake of his head. He walks up the hall to see Cuddy leaving to go home. Cuddy stops and turns as she sees him walk toward her.

"James, what's wrong." she asks seeing the haunted look of realization on his face.

"She's turning into him. I was so wrong, she never wanted to fix him. She wanted to understand him. Well congratulations to Greg, because she is as every bit as miserable and alone as he was." Wilson replied.

Cuddy frowned and nodded her head, with that both walked away in their separate directions. Both knowing that they would forever live in remorse not only for the death of Greg but now for the death of Allison Cameron that was soon to come.