House was driving through New Jersey with Etta-Amelia in her car seat still sleeping soundly. It was February and the night air was still as glacial as it had been during the 1st of January, the day of his daughters birth. House switched the heater of the car on and turned up the volume of the radio up. Soft music danced around the inside of the car as House drove them back home just as rain began to gently beat on the windscreen.
The night sky was dark and the only light that guided them was the light that radiated from the street lamps, store lights and the headlights of cars. But the lack of light didn't stop House from spotting a tall, slender woman walking down the street.
Long, dark hair that she tucked underneath a thick winter coat that was as black as the darkness that overtook the New Jersey night. Her legs long and thin but strong, like that of the legs he had spent in between 9 months and 3 weeks ago. They were clothed in a pair a light jeans that contrasted her dark coat.
House, his interest peaked drove slowly past the woman walking on the side walk, to be able to achieve a proper view of her face. His car slugged through wet, watery snow on the road as it slowly passed the young woman.
No. It wasn't her.
House continued his journey home.