Wilson stood in the space that had, at one point, had been called his office. However, seeing as how everything from his desk, to his bookcases, and all the things in between had been removed, it seemed out of place to refer to it as such now.

"Moving, Jimmy?" Wilson didn't have to look at House to know that he was smirking.

"I don't know, you tell me."

"Well," the diagnostician started. "It turns out that once you become the head of your department, you get to pick where your office is, or rather, whoever gets to the papers does."