The unknown
Taub snapped at a tray and moved being silent to the table where his friends were yet enjoying their lunch. Wherever they appeared the whole crowed seemed to observe them. Even down at the ER Thirteen could hear the nurses whisper about the event at Wilson's office.
"It always hits us with the crazy patients. We can't even eat without the doctors staring at us", Chase was dull poking around in his salad. He had poor appetite since yesterday and was worried and insecure about what happened.
"She shall stay away from me", said Thirteen and took a big snap from Foreman's sandwich. "Do you believe her? I mean do you believe that she has these extra sensorial powers?" Taub wondered and glanced at her.
"It scares you that she can read minds. All the dark secrets you hide could be revealed", Foreman added and pulled away his dish so that Remy failed at longing for some French Fries. Taub looked up; it was always interesting to see a cagey Thirteen.
"I just don't want to be her doctor, that's all. She's freaking me out. Look at this, we're sitting here without ulterior motives and everyone is watching us, just because of her", she shouted and stopped eating.
Joe insisted on being moved to his wife. He had recovered but was feeling concerned about Allison. "It isn't over yet. Walker told me that Wilson was the false person. He was too good-hearted and now he's about to find the next victim. I have no idea what to do. There are no hints, not even a dream or an intuition", she was desperate.
Not only was Cameron or she in great danger but outside her room was a poor fellow who soon would come aware of his brutal instinct. "How about a member of Houses' team? Like that small man with the big nose?" Joe tried to clear the mystery up. "Dr. Taub?" Allison turned pretty baffled to her husband. "He wouldn't harm a fly", she laughed but House, who now felt as a part of the heroes who would save the hospital, shook his head.
"I wouldn't be so sure. Right now he might be a bit out of his senses. He's trouble with his wife, they argue and break up and argue again. I mean you never know where his borders are. He could be happy Shorty today and a mad killer by tomorrow", House had made up some theories about his team. But none of them had convinced him to suspect them.
"What about this Dr. Cuddy?" Joe asked and got an evil eye from House. Before he could say something Allison intervened. "Never. I believe that the first thing Dr. Cuddy would do, after hearing a unfamiliar voice in her head is to search a psychiatrist and cure it", she looked at House if he would confirm this idea.
"I agree with you. Cuddy and a murderer, that doesn't fit at all. I thought of Thirteen as a proper body for Walker but actually I first want to know what happened with Wilson and about the fact that the ceiling almost fell down."
Suddenly he had changed his mind. He was curious to find out the truth behind this horror scenario. Maybe he was hallucinating since he was on Vicodin again but maybe there was something that had saved them.
"I can imagine what helped us out of this situation. You know I have to tell you the story of Walker. I was lucky to dream of him. Many years ago Walker had a wife, who was pregnant. But unfortunately she died and leaving him alone with his child. Walker never got over the fact that he had lost his love. So he started to kill young girls, 16 or 17 years old. He asked his mother if she could contact his deceased wife but his mother warned him that he should stop with all the murderers, that it wouldn't bring her back to life. He didn't care and was finally killed by the furious dwellers of the city", Allison tried to remember every detail she had seen that night and went on with telling the part where Walker wanted to dispatch her.
House, who now had given up the idea of Allison being mad and suffering from a neurological decease, was focusing the single and important facts to find a logic in Walker's plan.
"As I mentioned yet, Walker turned back a couple of years ago. He bashed into his descendant's body and did everything he could to getting me killed. Anyway, when I was alone with that fellow in his shop he started to strangle me and we fell on the floor. I shouted at Walker and told him that his wife is always seeing him and isn't at all pleased with his cruel methods of quittance. Then the same thing happened like in Wilson's office. The lights began to flicker and Walker disappeared, leaving a clueless man, almost collapsing on the floor, and leaving me alone with him, hurt and bleeding. His wife had finally judged him and had saved us. I thought that he might have gone forever. But now you see that he's back", she started to shake all over her body again.
There was this desire to dream of a tiny evidence. "Can't you just lie down and dream of him? I mean that's what you do? You're just dreaming and collecting hints, it shouldn't be so hard to find some in this ruins of a hospital", House supposed.
"Yes, he is right. Dr. House could also give you items which belong to his teammates. You might feel something by touching them", now the ideas were sprouting out.
"One thing at a time. First Chase will make a CT and then we take the next decision", House still wanted to be the authority in the patient's room. He called for his ducklings and Allison left together with Chase and Foreman. Joe kissed her on the front and wished her good luck.
They had just reached the elevator when Allison's mobile phone rang. "Didn't you give off your cell phone", Foreman wondered but Allison begged them to let her talk to his daughter.
Foreman helped her into the wheel chair and said goodbye to her, while heaving a hand.
"Hey mum, guess what. Bridgette dreamed again of this doctor", the elevator put into motion and she and Chase were faring down. It jolted and grated so that Allison hardly could hear a word Ariel said. "She said that he was male and good-looking, he had blonde hair and in her dream he was wearing a mint green chemise with a checkered necktie", Allison looked at Chase and checked out his clothes. Suddenly she had a rapid pulse. "What was his name, my dear? Did she tell you?" Allison asked and hitched in the corner of the small range. "Hunt or something, like the hunting you do with animals", Ariel gave her a silly explanation but then Allison understood the word play her daughter made. Hunt or chase, it meant the same. The room dimmed out and Allison had the feeling that the elevator had slowed down. "Ariel, please stay at the ph", but before she could finish the sentence, Chase had taken the little box out of her hand.
"You don't need that anymore, Allison."
