Dr. Cameron led the team down the hallway at a hurried pace. Foreman and Chase were right on her heels, while House limped a few steps behind.

"Patient is a young male, looks to be late teens or early twenties. Chemical burns to the left side of the face, neck, torso, stretching halfway down his left arm. The wound presents more like an erythematous rash than a burn, with fluid-filled blisters. There's corneal vascularization, consistent with some form of chemical irritation. Laryngitis, likely from inhalation injury… He's also being treated for shock. Class four hemorrhage."

"Oh goody…" House muttered sarcastically.

"Chemical?" Chase asked. "Do we know the source?"

"No. Not yet. I had them begin irrigating the burned skin with a low pressure of water while they test the area for pH."

"Just water?" Dr. Eric Foreman inserted. "If the burns are caused by an elemental metal, lithium, potassium, sodium, magnesium… They can react with water, worsen the burns."

"No sign of metallic debris. Tap water is adequate until we know the chemicals he came in contact with."

"Did they get any information from the ambulance team, from the 911 call?"

"There was no call. He came in on foot."

"Patients in that severity of shock don't just come walking through the door." Foreman argued as they turned the corner. But he was wrong, and it was quite a sight. Rather than cleaning up the mess, the orderlies were simply staring at it. There were bloody handprints on the door, haphazard splotches on the tile leading up to the nurses station desk, and a long streak running down it.

"No. They tend to stagger and fall down a lot." House rolled his eyes.

Chase and Foreman stared as well, and would have walked straight into the next set of doors had they not opened automatically.

"If he was at least partially conscious when he came in, were you able to get any information directly from him?" Chase asked, hurrying to Cameron's side again.

"Just one thing." She answered, taking a deep breath. "I think he's connected to Kira somehow."

That was enough to finally get House's attention.

"Are you sure? What'd he say?" Chase asked quickly.

"He kept repeating the word 'Kira' over and over again. Saying things like, 'Fuck Kira."

House rolled his eyes again.

"In other words, you have a Kira protestor who took a blast of tear gas to the face. Call me when you actually find something interesting." He turned sharply around and began limping toward the reception area again.

"No, I really think it's something more than that." She countered, stopping abruptly. She faced House, who just kept walking. "Typical riot agents don't present that kind of rash."

"Chase, go with Cameron and check on John Doe. When you're done, Cameron can go play nice with the lab and see if she can get any results out of the samples she'd better have taken. Get her head back into reality. Foreman, go catch the morning news and look for any kind of fire, protest disturbance, university chemistry lab accident… And see if the Cardinals beat the Red Sox while you're at it." House instructed as he walked.

"You actually think he would be on the news?"

"Of course. If it bleeds, it leads. And if you didn't notice, he was bleeding pretty badly."

"But if he's actually working against Kira…" Cameron began.

"Then he probably will be." Foreman added. "You know how pro-Kira the news has gotten lately."

"Call me when you find something interesting." House repeated. The doors opened and he limped through them. "I'm going for a walk."

The doors closed behind House as the rest of the team split up. Cameron and Chase continued toward the emergency room, discussing everything they knew so far about their patient.

"Do you really think he's connected in some way with Kira?"

"I can't be sure, but I've got a strong hunch." She answered. "Of course, House doesn't even think this 'Kira' person exists."

"Not on blind faith, no, but I do." Chase added. "Something's causing those heart attacks. It might just be my Hippocratic Oath talking, but if someone's trying to stop them, stop Kira, I'm for it."

"Me too." Cameron whispered, hoping nobody else heard. Even in the hospital, there were certain people who supported the idea of Kira and everything that he stood for. And until a medical cause for the Kira killings could be established, it was best to err on the side of caution.

The doors opened.

"Report?" Cameron asked.

"We're still trying to get him stabilized." One of the residents answered. "Initial bolus of two liters saline was given twenty about fifteen minutes ago. Irrigating the skin and eye."

"Good." Cameron interrupted. "Try to minimize the amount of irrigating solution getting on any of his unburned skin. He's already in shock, we don't want to increase the risk of hypothermia. Were you able to identify the chemical contaminants?"

"No. Not yet."

Damn, Cameron thought to herself.

"Did you find anything else about who he is? Where he might have come from or what happened to him?" Chase added.

"Nothing. Couldn't find any kind of identification on him at all." Another resident answered, closing the curtain as he left. What remained of his clothes were in a plastic bag. "You're welcome to search for yourself, if you want."

"Thanks."

Sitting on top was a set of small red rosary beads. If they knew nothing else, they at least knew who to call for Last Rites.

He rummaged through it, but unfortunately, the resident was right. The clothes they cut off of him didn't reveal anything more than a penchant for leather and flowery cologne. There was no ID, no wallet, nothing of value except for a cell phone. But even that was a dead end – there were no programmed numbers, no call history, and had an encryption method so thorough he didn't even know where to start.

"Cam, look at this."

"Look at what?" she asked, while still recording the slight improvement of the mystery patient's vitals into her chart.

"Cell phone. Whoever he is, he wanted to make sure he wouldn't be traced."

She paused, and bent down to look with him.

"What do you mean?"

"Everything's encrypted. Hidden. And done really well too. I've never seen anything like it." Chase admitted. He lowered his voice to a very short whisper. "You think he might be FBI?"

"They said there was no ID. No badge."

"What if he's working undercover?" Chase asked. "Some sort of secret agent? Isn't there a secret government organization working on the Kira case?"

"The SPK is still operational? I thought the Vice President had officially sided with Kira after the president was found dead!" she whispered back.

"If they are, they might be missing one of their own."

"Page Foreman. Have him start making a few phone calls." She instructed. "If anyone can get through, he can."

Chase just grinned.

"You got it."