We're lucky to have him working here.

Those words echoed through Foreman's mind as he tried to make sense of what he had just heard while staring blankly at Ray.

"What did you just say?"

"You mean you didn't know?"

No, I didn't."

Neither did anyone back at the hospital. Why the hell had House decided to do this? Give up Medicine? Just the thought if this made the neurologist's skin crawl.

Suddenly, the music that had been emanating from the stage ended and House got up from the piano and exited from stage right while heading over to the bar.

"Well, how was that?"

He seemed so vulnerable and open at this moment that Ray really didn't know what to say.

"You…you never sounded better."

"Thanks."

At this point, Foreman cleared his throat and looked down at his watch in a vein attempt to get away from the awkwardness of this situation.

"Yeah, well I should really get going. I've got a lot of important doctor stuff to do."

This being said, Foreman turned to leave but not without House sending him off with these few parting words.

"Good to see you Foreman. Tell the Scooby gang I said hello."

"Yeah, I'll do that. See you around House."

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Back at the hospital, the team were all gathered in the conference room waiting for Foreman to return with news, any news regarding House and where he's been for the last six months.

Thankfully, they didn't have to wait long because at that moment the neurologist burst through the door looking like he'd been sent through the ringer.

"How'd it go?"

"Oh, fine. I talked to House and I learned some very interesting things."

"Like what?"

"Well, for starters, he's giving up his career in medicine to become a jazz musician."

There was silence following this statement as the team tried to absorb what they'd just been told.

"I can't believe it."

"Neither can I."

Having a seat by the table, Foreman put a hand on either side of his face and sighed with disbelief.

When the shock wore off, a smirk spread across Taub's face as he glared across the table at Eric who was in no mood for levity.

"So…where's he playing?"

"A place called the Blue Finn, on the corner of 34th and Elm, why?"

"We should go see him perform."