The inside of the parlor was plain and simple. Grayish carpet, drab walls with a few pictures, nothing spectacular. A small room containing some empty chairs and the casket stood adjacent to the hall in which they stood. The scent of flowers wafted faintly through the air as the two men slid out of their coats and hung them on the rack that had been placed conveniently by the door.

"Well, it's kind of … nice in here." Wilson commented rather quietly while nervously looking at House.

"Sonya preferred roses," was the reply.

"What?"

"The flowers, all cheap quality. You would think that they could at least get cheap roses instead of that crap." He pointed across the room at the few bouquets that were placed haphazardly round the casket and made a face. "She would have hated those."

Wilson didn't argue or press the issue. He had a strong feeling that it would only add to the increased tension. Awkwardly, they looked around for any sign of a person other than the corpse in the other room.

Suddenly, a woman smelling strongly of perfume emerged from a door to their right. Smiling, she approached them with her hand out.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Sarah Brill, the Social Worker assigned to your case." She shook Wilson's hand warmly and then drew back, a look of hesitation on her face. "Now, which one of you is…"

"Oh." Wilson spoke first. "This is Dr. Gregory House." He gestured towards House as he spoke. "I am Dr. James Wilson, Dr. House's… roomate."

"Oh, I see…" She had an odd look on her face when he finished. House rolled his eyes.

"It's not like that, I'm just living with him to help out. We used to room together in college." That seemed to reassure her slightly and she relaxed a little bit, extending her hand out to House who looked up and shook it briefly before staring at the carpet again. Wilson shifted uncomfortably, he wasn't used to House being this docile.

"You're son is waiting in the other room. You may see him now if you wish." She looked at House who was staring blankly in the direction of the casket. "Or you can pay your respects first…" She trailed of as Wilson nodded.

"We won't be long. He just needs to deal with this first."

She nodded and dropped her voice to a whisper. "Alright, I'll give you some privacy, you can find us in that room over there. She pointed to the door she had emerged from earlier.

"Thank you." She nodded and retreated to the room. Wilson shyed away from House and stepped into the bathroom, allowing him due privacy. He stood with his back to the door, looking into the wall mirror, his head spinning with thoughts. The Social worker's words were still lingering in his numb mind.

"…you can find us…"

Us, as in two people…. As in her and House's son. A 15 year old boy whose mother had just died and now was to meet his father the same night as his funeral. Wilson sighed and rubbed his hands through his hair. Was he ready for this? Could he handle living with House and helping to care for a teenager he didn't even know? He knew that now, as of this night, things were never going to be the same again and James Wilson was scared for both himself and his friend.

Next up: Father and Son meet! And why is Wilson helping out anyways?