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We can't see anything. However we can hear something. It sounds like a baby crying. Gradually the scene fades in. First of all we can only see a baby's head. Huge and slightly scary it fills the whole vision. Then the rest of the scene becomes visible. We're back in that Volvo guys! This time there is a baby swaddled in a child seat resting on the back left seat. I cannot believe we missed that last time. I guess she must have been asleep.

"Crap! You woke her up."

I guess I was right. Some coincidence that is. That was Wilson talking by the way. House is just about to reply.

"I woke her? I didn't do anything. It was your crazy ass driving."

Wilson pulled over; parked up on the hard shoulder of the motorway; opened his door – slamming it shut again perhaps a little harder than was necessary; walked around the back of the car to stand knees bent beside the wailing child in his back seat.

"Why did I let Cuddy talk me into this? I don't know anything about babies."

"I could flag down a passing woman. Try feeding it."

"Her! I knew I put those bottles somewhere." Wilson is searching around under House's and Rachel's seat frantically trying to find something that will shut the kid up. "Why do you hate the kid so much anyway House. I thought you were over Cuddy."

"Have you checked if she is dry. I wouldn't want you missing your chance to change a baby. I don't hate her I just mind people mewling in my ears."

"Oh crap! Eugh!"

Guess what Wilson has found. Lucky guy!

"I've changed my mind. I might ask Cuddy if I could be her godfather."

"A fate worse than death. Anyway your an atheist."

"So is Cuddy she wouldn't want to choose someone who would turn her all religious."

"I guess not."

I know that seems a weak response. Wilson is otherwise engaged. He may not like it but he can grit his teeth while House sits there smirking. Wilson finishes up and stows the dirty nappy away in a plastic bag in the boot. He returns too the wheel.

"If you were gonna bring a baby along you shoulda brought a nanny too."

"I did. She's asleep."

House twists in his seat to look at the other occupants or the back passenger seat. Doctors Chase and Cameron sleep soundly. His cheek is pressed against the window and his legs are stretched out. Cameron lies across his chest her feet towards the other side of the car. Bizarrely they are both in scrubs.

"I can see myself missing a baby, but two full sized doctors is a bit much."

"Well, they haven't been saying much. They came with us from the hospital."

House stared into the distance and appeared to be pondering his sudden lapse in memory. Obviously it wasn't just a sudden lapse in memory. I started the story at a specific point and specific events leading to that points are either irrelevant or yet to be revealed. Still, I can understand, it must be disconcerting to find yourself in the middle of this.

"Wilson?"

Damn House for interrupting my musings. Its not like I had any control or anything.

"Yes"

"Where are we going?"

"Our House."

"What are we doing with the groupies?"

"Dropping them off I think."

"You think? No plan?"

"Well I guess we'll have too."

"Do you think I can wake Chase up without waking Cameron?"

"Why do you want too?"

"She is REALLY annoying and I like Chase?"

"You can talk to me."

"Its getting boring. Now your not thinking of porn I feel like talking to an Aussie."

"CHASE"

"Shut up House."

That was Cameron. House WILL be disappointed. She sits up stretches out and massages her boyfriends shoulder with her arm stretched out behind his back.

"Are we almost back?"

He speaks. The Australian speaks! Miracle really. I don't actually have anything against Aussies. Especially not Chase. As House says, he has Beautiful hair.

"We're just coming off the motorway." Thats Wilson talking.

"Wait a sec, there isn't a motorway between home and the hospital. Where have we been?"

"Chill out we just went to get a hoagie. Mercifully it was suicide free this time."

"Lucky us."

"Wait a second. House, don't you remember where you've been? Are you okay?"

That is Cameron. Could you tell?

"Do you remember what you've been doing all day?"

"Well no..."

"Chase?"

"No idea. It can't have been much fun. I don't often remember much about going to get sandwiches."

"Are neither of you anxious about not being able to remember anything you did today?"

Cameron again, she IS annoying. I can see what House means.

"Calm down Alison. I'm sure its nothing to worry about. Its probably just an inexplicable literary device."

Hey, how did he know that. Wilson has bigger brains than he is given credit for.

"This is Lisa's place. Could you two take Rachel in?"

"Sure thing"

I guess you could say Chase interposed that before his girlfriend had a chance to get all metaphysical again.

"What is going on?"

House is whispering. Well, hissing is closer to how I would describe it. Wilson seems to be puzzled by it as well.

"Why are you whispering? I told you its nothing to worry about."

"I'm whispering because I'd rather let pretty miss prissy think she's crazy than think I'm crazy."

"Your too harsh on Cameron."

No he really isn't. Wilson magnificently passes over the more important or interesting parts of that statement.

"Hey why don't you drive off before the blond babies return. Cameron only lives just around the corner. I'm sure they'd cope."

Well at that low climbing-wall hanger I'll leave it for today. Will Wilson pander to House's whims and be slightly unkind or will he insist on staying and irritate his friend? Its a foregone conclusion really. Or is it? Please read and review. I might even introduce some elements of plot next time...