After five months of complicity, friendship, and road trips on their bikes, Wilson eventually passed away. He didn't suffer much thanks to House who alleviated his pain with medication. House couldn't attend Wilson's funeral as everyone believed he died inside a burning building. He did not regret taking advantage of the opportunity to be with Wilson to the end, he owed him that much. They had fun together in spite of Wilson's illness. Now, with Wilson gone, House felt alone. He had been waiting until all the people who came to pay tribute to Wilson had left and only then did he approach the grave of his friend. He was standing there a few minutes when he heard a voice behind him, one he recognized immediately.

"I knew you'd come after everyone was gone."

He heard her approach him and he finally turned towards her. "How did you know?" He asked in a whisper. She looked thinner and a bit tired but always beautiful.

"Wilson called about a month ago. He told me everything."

"So you know the whole story. But why are you here? Why were you waiting for me? To be sure I don't do something stupid?"

"House! Shut up! I'm not here because of you. I'm here because Wilson asked me to be here. Even on death's door he was still worried about you more than himself. He was afraid of what you would do once he was gone."

"And of course you agreed," House replied, smiling sadly. "You see… I'm fine. You kept your promise, you can go."

They stared at each other, for a few seconds both felt the connection they once shared. In a low voice, she replied, "Okay" and turned around and went back to her car. House watched her walk away, wanting to go after her and take her in his arms. He needed someone's shoulder to cry on but he didn't know how to approach her. Instead, he remained still.

Cuddy got into her car but didn't start it, she just sat there, with the driver's side door open, as if waiting for something. She never thought it would be so hard to see him again after everything he'd done to her. She moved away, started a new life in a new town with a new job and then…Wilson called her. They met in a bar, he told her all what had happened after she left Princeton. He told her about his illness and about House's decision to let people think he died in the burning building just to be with him until the end. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and was brought out of her thoughts.

"Cuddy, I'm sorry."

Without looking up at him, she nodded. He was hoping she could find it in her heart to put aside her anger for a moment so they could console one another over their loss.

"House…what are you going to do now?" She asked without looking at him.

"What do you care?'

"House…"

"I'm sorry. I don't know, it's…so hard, Cuddy. I'm alone now and I feel…lost."

"Well, I guess it is difficult to know what to do since you're technically dead."

"I know that!" He shouted in a desperate voice. Suddenly, Cuddy felt sorry for him. He looked so miserable, so sad and fragile.

"I think I'm going to turn myself in."

"You'll go to jail."

"Isn't that what you wanted the last time you saw me?"

Cuddy didn't respond.

"It's the right thing to do, I've got nothing, no one here. Will you…drive me?"

"Seriously?"

He nodded, walked around to the passenger side and climbed in next to her. He noticed the child seat in the back. Cuddy followed his gaze but said nothing.

"Are you dating someone?"

"No," she replied.

They sat in the car for awhile, then Cuddy asked, "Are you sure you want to go to the police?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

Neither of them spoke during the drive to the station. Cuddy parked and House got out of the car.

"Hug Rachel for me will ya?" He said as headed toward the station doors.

Cuddy wondered what he would tell the police and she decided she'd contact them the next day to get more information on the charges. She couldn't just walk away, not again.