"Was that her?" House thought, limping as fast as he could out his front door and into his cracked driveway.

"Nah." He shook his head in disbelief. "And yet…"

House got an idea. (He seemed to be getting many of these ideas lately.) As calmly as he could, he went to his bedroom closet and dug out a blue shoebox, filled to the top with photographs.

Most were black and white, but a few were color. Faded, but color indeed. House rummaged around until he was sure he found all of the color ones.

Photo # 1- House's cousin Bertram in 1988, at a Baltimore Raven's game. No help at all.

Photo # 2- Stacey. Why he still had this picture, he had no idea. He threw it over his shoulder.

Photo # 3- Yes! This was what he was looking for. It was a picture of House and Cameron at the Monster Truck Ralley. The Non- date they had been on. It wasn't the fact that House's arm was around Cameron's shoulders that had him in awe; it was the fact that they were leaning on Cameron's car; an Optima.

It had been Cameron.

The next day, Wilson entered the room that House was inspecting a patient in at noon time, with a sly, I-know-something-you-don't-know smile on his face. The second he opened the door, an 8- year –old ran out of the room, crying and screaming. His mother followed, screaming "Jamie! Jamie!" This caught him by surprise.

"What did you do to him?" Wilson asked, shocked.

"Don't know." House sighed. "Maybe I stole his family's pig in a previous life."

"If you say so. But, I have news."

House raised his eyebrows. "Is that good?"

"Yes."

"…So, what is it?"

"I went to see Cameron."

"Oh." House examined his feet, his voice flat and monotone. "Why?"

"No reason…just checking up on her."

"She looked pretty damn good when I saw her yesterday."

"You saw her yesterday?"

"She's stalking me."

Wilson was speechless. He choked out, "really?"

"No. She drove by my place last night."

"That's a stalker."

"Doesn't matter." House threw the latex gloves in a trashcan and grabbed his cane, preparing to make an exit. "So what did she say?"

"I tried to get her to come back."

House made a snorting noise. "How did that go over?"

"Actually…she's considering."

"Really?"

"Uhuh."

Silence. House was deep in thought, and Wilson was watching the wheels turn inside House's head with wonder.

Then, "Well, that's a relief. It's difficult with just two doctors on each case. We really do need three." House left before Wilson could say anything in reply.

Wilson leaned up against the desk. "Sure."

Didja get the Bertram thing? If you did, more power to you!