That picture of House wearing 'the hat' and Coma Guy:

He stopped. "Oh shoot!"

"What," said the Coma Guy.

"Big angry oncologist at two o'clock."

"Do you mean the pudgy dude next to the Volvo?"

He leaned back and gave Coma Guy a nasty stare. Wilson was his friend after all. "Hey. He can get all vicious and bitey when aroused you know."

"He's a doctor and he drives a Volvo?"

"He's lame." House turned back to Wilson. "Hi Wilson," he said jovially. Buff was definitely the way to run with this one.

Unfortunately bluffery didn't work with best friends who saw through you like a plate glass window. "You weren't planning to steal my car were you?" said Wilson calmly as he put his hands on his hips. Wilson: hands on hips thought House. Bad sign.

"No," he said cautiously.

"Then why do you have my car keys in your hand."

House took a hopeful breath, looked down at the keys in his hand and smiled badly. "I was moving it for you."

Wilson was not impressed. He grabbed House and pulled him away from Coma Guy. "Jesus House. You are already on bail, a very expensive bail that I paid for, and probation and now you are running off with both a patient and my car. Could you just have told me about the self destructive streak before you became my friend?"

House just shrugged.

"Where were you planning to go anyway?"

"Atlantic City."

"You want to go gambling?" asked Wilson in amazement.

House whispered fiercely. "There are medical reasons."

Wilson looked carefully at House and then at Coma Guy standing a few feet away. "Good medical reasons?" he asked quietly. The implications were clear.

"Yes."

"Okay, give me the keys. I'll drive."

"What?"

"Someone needs to attempt to keep you out of trouble and right now Christ knows what you are on."

…

"Whoo hooo. A road trip!" said House as he leaned back in the passengers seat. "We are so Thelma, Louise and Coma Guy."

"Shut up House."

…

The Coma Guy leaned forward and whispered in Wilson's ear. "You are a doctor and you really drive a Volvo?"

Wilson closed his eyes for a second and sighed. This was going to be a long trip.