When he electrocuted himself and after the electrocution was impossible for Gregory House to explain. It was especially difficult to tell his best friend James Wilson what had happened. Besides, even if he had told his friend Wilson would never believe him. He would have said he was lying, making fun of the patient, or making fun of religion in general. Wilson could also tell House that he was doing all three things at once. House knew what happened and what he experienced was real. It was almost surreal. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced and House did not want to share it with anyone who would think he was being his usual, condescending and mocking, self.

First, there had been blinding pain. The flashes of light that came were just as blinding as the pain was. It had caused him to think he was going blind. The blindness and the pain had made him curse the patient for telling him about this experience.

Then, the blinding light had turned soft. Everything glowed around him as if the room was filled with LED lamps. The lights dimmed and he was in a vast expanse of life, as he never had seen it. Everything was crystal-clear – the sky and the water were the bluest he had ever seen. The tree leaves and grass was the colored of emeralds, (even in the translucency). There was no one around. He was the only person.

Wherever he had been, he felt no pain. House had been actually happy. He could not remember the last time he was this elated. It had been amazing. He had laughed a true laugh. He had thrown his cane to the side and House had jumped up in the air and then ran around this lovely park. Another cheerful laugh had escaped his smiling lips after he had done that.

After enjoying the park, or whatever the place was, House knew it was about time to go back to the living world. He had realized it was a little sadness. He liked it there, but he also missed his friends and colleagues. House cared a lot for those men and women, even when he did not share those feelings with anyone else. He knew he would even miss working, even though he did only the bare minimum. He liked mysteries and they made him feel like Sherlock Holmes, which was pretty cool to him.

House had looked around for an exit. However, he found none. That had scared him. Maybe it had worked too well and he would never wake up again. What would he do? This was not like his cases where there was 99 of a chance of solving it and things went right in the end.

A new pain filled his body. It felt as if someone was pulling him apart and stretching him. He tried to scream, but could not. House felt his bladder empty and he was back in his body. He was all too aware of his leg pain and the pain from having electricity jolt through him.

Everything had been spiritual. Even the agony was spiritual. It was a sign of life. The peace had been a sign of peace of life after death. For the first time Gregory House had been completely calm and he believed – in what, House did not know. This experience, he never could explain to anyone. It was far too personal and spiritual.