House left PPTH and began the short walk to his motorbike. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining bright and this caused House to pause momentarily to retrieve his sunglasses from his backpack. When he looked up after locating them he saw her. She had obviously just arrived at the hospital and was standing behind her car in a secretive way. He moved a few feet ahead to nearer the trees and was able to observe her without being observed himself. She was smoking a cigarette and looking around as if she expected the Spanish Inquisition to take her down at any second.

At the same time, someone on the campus of PPTH was listening to music and while he watched her he could hear the lyrics and feel them all at the same time.

Looking out my window at some girl as I'm writing this
And I watch her eat a peach, the way she's biting it, biting it
And I probably shouldn't stare, but I am fighting it, fighting it
And I think that she's aware and kind of liking it, liking it

Hot girls, they can break me, break me
Hot girls, you know what you're doing
Now, hot girls, come and break me, break me
Hot girls, take me where you are going

On her motorbike, the way she's riding it, riding it
And she says it feels so good but she is hiding it, hiding it
Wet lips to cigarette and now she's striking it, lighting it
As she looks me in the eye, hell, she must know she's inviting it

Hot girls, they can break me, break me
Hot girls, you know what you're doing
Now, hot girls, come and break me, break me
Hot girls, take me where you are going

I've got nothing to prove, ain't got nothing to lose
If you need someone to use, I can take the abuse

holding up some paper to her window, she's writing her name
and number and I'm laughing as I'm dialing it, dialing it

I've got nothing to prove, ain't got nothing to lose
If you need someone to use, I can take the abuse

Hot girls, they can break me, break me
Hot girls, you know what you're doing
Now, hot girls, come and break me, break me
Hot girls, take me where you are going

(Hot Girls, by INXS)

In the moments that all of this happened House felt many things. Confusion, to what he was seeing and hearing, lust, as there were stirrings in his groin, and something that he remembered from before . . .happiness.

House continued to watch her. Cally brushed her hair, used mouthwash and popped some gum. She also seemed to spray some sort of perfume type stuff all over her and applied lotion to her hands. After this beauty ritual was over, she closed up her car, and began to walk in his direction.

House was momentarily paralyzed, having to make a decision as what to do. To head to his motorbike, and have to speak to her potentially, or to head back into PPTH. A split second later, he was back in the lobby of PPTH as fast as his leg would allow him. He had very few choices at the moment, and chose the clinic as the lesser of 2 evils, knowing he would never make the elevator bank before she entered, and knowing if he hit Cuddy's office, he would have to explain the helmet and why he was leaving in the middle of the afternoon. He limped through the clinic, and found that Wilson was currently staffing the clinic that afternoon. He barged in to where Wilson was treating a patient.

"Wilson, I need you."

"House, can you see I'm with a patient?" He didn't even bother to turn around.

"Wilson."

Something in House's voice must have struck Wilson, because he turned around to see his best friend, helmet in hand, looking confused as he had never seen him before.