The Road Home: Missing
MISSING
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Name: Alexandra Anne House
Nickname: "Allie"
Age: 6
Height: 4'0"
Weight: 80lbs
Hair: Auburn
Eyes: Blue
Father: Dr. Gregory House
Mother: Dr. Allison Cameron House
Alexandra Anne House was abducted from the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital on November 4th. Her kidnapper is believed to be Mr. David Manson, a patient that day at the PPTH facility who escaped during his transfer to the psychiatric ward of the hospital. His description is listed below.
If you have any information leading to this case, or spot Mr. Manson please immediately contact your local police department. He is believed to be armed and dangerous, please do not approach the suspect.
I wasn't always such a misanthrope.
For the longest time I wouldn't let anybody break the barrier I spent years building. I wasn't one for children, heart to heart talks or spilling feelings in general. Cuddy once asked me if I even HAD a heart, buried somewhere under all the sarcasim. I was beginning to wonder the same thing myself (though I'd rather sell my soul to lucifer than admit that to anyone) when Allison came along. Slowly, the barriers were washed away and I realized that change wasn't such a bad thing after all when you're with someone who accepts you - faults and all. We were married within the year.
Nine months later, my daughter Alexandra was born. I was aprehensive about having a child so soon into our relationship, but the first time she opened her bright blue eyes (it was like looking into a mirror) I knew I was in love. The heart I once questioned having was there all along. I no longer saw myself as the pathetic cripple. I was Gregory House - doctor, husband and father. For the first time in my miserable life, I was happy. I was able to walk down the halls of my work with a smile.
I see my little Allie's face everywhere. I can't go a block in Princeton without seeing her smiling face from one of the missing posters we had made up within hours of her abduction. Her little face stares at me from the photos on my desk. Some days I can't even look at Allison, they look so much alike. If it wasn't for this damn leg...this damn handicap that's taken over my life, she might still be here. I wasn't fast enough to tackle the bastard that grabbed her, and because of me - I have no idea if she's safe...if she's even still alive. I blame myself entirely, I had everything with Allison, I can't help but think she must hate me entirely. It's because of me that our child is gone, she sits and cries all day long because of me.
It's been eight years. I don't smile much anymore.