After Cameron had told House that the mom was in surgery, he decided to pay the daughter a visit. After leaving the office, he heads to the patient's room, not there. He then heads to the waiting room, the cafeteria, and then backtracks his steps in case he missed her while she was using the bathroom or getting a coffee. He even went so far as to check the Chapel to see if she was praying. The daughter was nowhere to be found. \
House headed to the clinic, since that was where he was supposed to be. He didn't take a patient file, rather he went into an exam room to sulk, and to think this through. Why would a daughter who obviously cared about her mother not be there while the actual surgery was happening?
He sat there for a while, feet propped up, tapping his cane. Then he had Wilson paged for a consult.
Wilson arrived a short time later, and was not very surprised to see that there was no actual patient.
"What's up? Some incredible development in your soap? Cuddy wearing a particularly nice thong today and you just NEEDED to tell me?"
House rolls his eyes at Wilson. "What's the differential on a daughter who obviously cares about her mother, who isn't here while she's under the knife?"
"Not this again! House, she is probably in the cafeteria having lunch or a coffee . . . ."
"Nope. I checked all the places she could be. She is not in this hospital. Not in the cafeteria, the hospital room, the waiting room. I even checked the chapel."
"What, you didn't check the roof?" Wilson is exasperated at this point, and wonders what is really going on here.
House paused, realizing he had never checked his own place of solace and refuge. "No, I didn't think to check there. But I've been over this hospital, she's not here. I know it."
Wilson sighed. He knew his friend didn't like an unsolved mystery. He honestly didn't know what to say. "Maybe she went out to get some air. Maybe . . . I don't know House."
That was the thing. House didn't know either.
House sighted and reached into his pocket for his Vicodin. "Well as long as I'm down here I may as well get clinic duty over with."
Wilson nodded, and walked out of the room with him.
House saw patients at the clinic because at least it kept his mind partially off of the missing daughter, and it kept Cuddy off his back as well.
Wilson saw his patients and then had lunch with House. Rather Wilson paid for lunch for the both of them, and House ate his chips, as usual. House didn't mention the daughter and neither did Wilson, but Wilson knew it was on his mind . . . .
After lunch they parted ways and House went back to his office. The ducklings were there doing paperwork . . .no new case had come in.
Cameron reported that the surgery had been successful and that the mom was in recovery.
House nodded and abruptly left once again saying something along the lines of "gotta pee."
Cameron shook her head and went back to the paperwork, forms, and mail; a task her boss disliked immensely, so she dutifully completed it. Chase was completing a crossword, and Foreman was putting the finishing touches on an article he had written on a previous case.
So it was no surprise to any of them when House came back in again moments later looking irritated. He informed them he was going home for the day since none of then had come up with anything interesting for him.
He tossed his iPod in his backpack, and headed out the door.