Confused by this statement, House turned to the waiting room and glanced at the patients. Sitting in the chairs lined along the wall were a large group of women. A blonde woman near the door was wearing a lab coat and a stethoscope over a t-shirt that read "Fish are friends, not food". She was glaring across the room at a woman who was dressed in fur. The woman stared back at her vacantly.

Another has a bottle of pills in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other. She was wearing a cocktail dress like one might where to a bar and being propped up by a weary looking girl who reached across and pried the bottle from her fingers and placed it in her purse. The drunken woman then nudged her friend, saying, "CMeaux, look over there. A hidden camera made out of liquorice!" As her friend foolishly glanced in the direction she pointed while mumbling "call me Crystal", she missed seeing her friend reached into the large purse and pull out the bottle, taking a swig. As Crystal looked back at her and saw what had happened, she let out a low, threatening "Foxy!", snatching the bottle back and putting it in her purse.

A young woman that looked around was staring at him in a sort of vague way, a pool of drool dripping into a puddle at her feet. She was quietly chanting something to herself as though it were a mantra. Every now in then she would let out an odd exclamation for no particular reason. It sounded vaguely like a "SQUEE", whatever that was supposed to mean. House watched as the he tired looking woman, Crystal, climbed from under her inebriated friend and rushed over to the drooler with a tissue. "Jessie, you're getting drool on your shoes again, sweetie. If you can't control your saliva glands, don't look at him!" While she was busy tying a blindfold on Jessie, the woman she called Foxy reached back in her bag and recaptured the vodka bottle.

The most normal looking woman in the room was a woman with the worst sense of style House had ever seen, and he rarely paid attention to that type of thing. Her clothes were hanging off her body and appeared to be at least three sizes too large for her. Her makeup was much too bold for her face, and wasn't applied within the confines of where it was supposed to be; blush ventured up to her eyebrows while lipstick was smeared across her chin. Quite unexpectedly she spoke. "Have I thanked you all for letting me sit by the window, yet…?"

Everyone sitting in the waiting room cut her off. "Yes, Hue, you thanked us!" They sounded frustrated. "Twelve times and counting", the woman with the lab coat said. "We didn't care who sat at the window. And you don't have to thank us for answering your posts. Believe it or not, we like your posts! By the way, you've got lipstick on your teeth, Hue." House blinked blankly. She had lipstick everywhere other than her lips. Why would a little bit on her teeth be a problem?

Hue looked up anxiously. "It doesn't look good on me, does it?" she asked, nervously glancing toward the woman in fur. "Bard said she won't be my friend if I'm prettier than her."

This drew House's attention to the woman in question. What she was wearing wasn't real fur, but was in fact faux fur that made up the whole of a pink bunny suit. She had two pieces of liquorice sticking out of her nose, one piece black and one piece red. On her lap was a perfectly formed Jello mold. Looking up into her eyes, House saw that somehow she was managing to blink innocently and leer at him at the same time. When she saw that she had made eye contact, the woman jiggled her Jello suggestively and said, "Hi Dr. House. I'm Bard. I've wanted to meet you for a long time now."