She didn't get to hit the accelerator though. Somehow, the car's engine running made her mind clear.

God, I just elbowed a drunken man.

A drunken man who happened to be harassing me.

It's still House, nevertheless.

She wondered if he was ok. She ran away afraid of her emotions, she didn't even notice his.

She cursed herself mentally, as she got off the car and made her away back.

Only to find his legs in the place where his door should be. He was asleep half inside, half outside his apartment.

She threw her purse sideways and managed to drag him through the apartment (losing one of her heels halfway and throwing the other one off her foot, to balance her height) into his bedroom in about five minutes.

God he's heavy. How the hell am I going to place him in bed?

She thought about waking him up, but if the dragging (and some bumping into some obstacles such as piles of book and empty beer bottles spread around the floor) didn't work, nothing would.

She then decided to get a pillow under his head and a sheet over and leave him there in the floor of his bedroom, sleeping.

She left his bedroom, only after staring back at him for a couple seconds.

Only after closing his apartment door she noticed she was lacking something.

Her heels.

Oh, that's great. Way to go, Lisa. Very Cinderella.

She had no way of getting them back tonight.

Oh my god. My purse. My car keys!

I've got to wake him up.

She began banging at the door with her closed fists.

Bad idea. It won't work and I might wake up his neighbors.

Maybe one of them has his keys…No.



Wilson! Wilson must have them! He's his best friend!

No…I can't…he's with Kelly; I can't do this to him.

She groaned in frustration, supporting her back into his door and sliding slowly into the floor. She sat there, thinking.

Ironically, wondering what his neighbor's would think if they saw her there, lying on the floor, barefoot, with a gorgeous two-tone nightdress, she fell asleep.