In the hour and a half it had taken them to clear out the bodies and remove the bloodstains, the day had turned gray and chilly. Logan went to the tool shed where House's motorcycle was stashed and effortlessly placed it up onto a table, so he could examine it on his feet. House scoffed in amusement and asked, "You really think the table will support that?"

"I know it will."

House surveyed the table, which did indeed seem to be strong enough. "Well, you make a good table, but you have a lousy bike."

"See, no, that's where you're wrong. DDCs are the best."

"Yeah. Well, I suppose a superhuman and a superbike are a pretty good match. Apart from that..." House stopped speaking and stared off into the woods. Logan turned to see a squad of men inspecting the woods. Oddly enough, when they saw Logan and House, they ignored them and continued with whatever they were doing.

Abandoning the bike, Logan went into his house and soon reemerged with his deed, approaching the group of policemen. "Excuse me!" he called. "You guys are trespassing."

"Sir, we received a phone call from a scared local; who reported a sighting of a creature of unknown pedigree in this area. He said it appeared to be half-man, half-animal. I advise you leave, now."

"I'm armed. I can handle it. I'll handle you, too, if you're not off my property in five."

"Sir, you may notice we're armed. Get your father, and get your truck."

"I don't give a fuck that you're armed, I don't give a fuck if he is half-animal. Get off my land."

Now a female officer addressed Logan. "The local said the animal-man attacked him without provocation. Said it was enraged. He also gave a description."

Logan's eyes roamed between police officers. They were all sizing him up.

Before they knew they were dead, Logan had swiped the nearest gun and had begun shooting. House knelt behind the security of the motorcycle, listening to the shots.

Then there was only silence, until heavy footsteps approached the tool shed. Knowing only that Logan had killed sixteen armed men by himself, House stepped out from the shelter of the metal frame, staring at him with wide eyes. "Why did you... Are you insane? Why did you kill them?"

Logan raised a brow and said, "They thought we were related."

"Come on. Be straight with me. Answer the damn question!"

Logan stepped up to the bike, and House stepped away, uncharacteristically quiet. He wasn't used to being intimidated by someone. He leaned on the nearest surface, watching Logan snap the metal frame into place like it was made of clay.

When the bike looked good as new, Logan picked it up and set it gently on the floor. "See ya," he said succinctly, and headed for the woods.

But rather than leave, House limped to the cabin and began snooping again, looking for the big picture in the puzzle.

No matter how intimidated he was by Logan, he was actually glad when he was caught perusing the contents of the bedside table. "What the hell you doing?"

"Looking for my horse. Can't find her outside."

"You think this is funny?"

"Uh, no. Well, it's not as funny as your girlfriend's yearbook picture."

"You really are a suicidal son of a bitch, aren't you?"

House sat on the bed, ignoring the look Logan gave him. "Remember when you were a kid, your parents would always say you were too young to understand? And they would always say, We'll tell you when you're older. But they forgot what it was, and you'll never know what it was."

"What are you getting at, Nancy?"

"There's something very interesting about you. I'd rather not go anywhere until I find out what it is. See, the thing about doctors, they don't like unanswered questions. I don't mean to be a mooch, of course; only a giant, nagging pain in the ass." House's rare smile faded when he received no response, and he pulled open the next drawer and rattled through its contents. "Hm, let's...let's see. This would be so much easier if you had a journal. Oh, hey." He pulled out some plastic-wrapped money. "Why do you have Yen?"

"I went to Japan once."

House looked up at him, then finally nodded in acknowledgement and put the money back. "Me, too. My father was a Marine. You, uh, you look a little young to have met him."

"Didn't say I was in a Japanese war," Logan evaded.

"Okay...why were you in Japan?"

"Sightseeing," Logan bit. "Now do you mind?"

"Sorry. I know this is where you ring her Taco Bell, but my leg's killing me."

"Something else'll kill you if you don't leave the room."

House stood up, closing the door. "Well, since you asked nicely," he muttered, and limped out of the bedroom. Logan was shutting the door when he saw the shape of a vehicle pulling up unexpectedly. He went to the door and opened it, only to find himself looking at his own vehicle; Kayla looking at him from behind the wheel.

She got out of the truck and walked towards him. "Hey."

"What are you doing back?"

"Be glad I made it back. We were having a field trip, I was helping the kids cross the street, and some crazy man almost ran me over." She continued as Logan touched her in concern, "He had to be doing 120, at least. We were still in the school zone."

"That's crazy!" House exclaimed.

"Lucky for me a cop was sitting there." Kayla put her hand on Logan's arm. "I'm okay," she reassured him, "But Raelynn was injured. Getting out of the way, she fell into the field and broke her ankle."

"Poor kid," Logan said.

"Yeah. Well, they sent me here, so... Well, now at least I can look for my phone."

"Coffee table," Logan told her, and promptly added, "Nancy took it."

Kayla turned to face House, with an expression of intrigue and her hands on her hips.

"Louie killed a bunch of people. And cops," House retorted.

"Least I didn't push them off the cliff."

Kayla rushed to the door, letting herself out onto the cliff. She knelt down and stared at the distant shrubs, looking for a boot or a body part. Hearing the men join her, she sighed and took Logan's hand, surging to her feet. Then she turned around, running a hand through her hair, and met Logan's eyes. "Was your brother here?"

"No."

With wide eyes, House watched her walk back to the cabin.

"Hey, Foreman, it's House." He paused briefly, accepting a bowl of popcorn from Kayla. "Uh, sorry I missed you. I guess I'm finally asleep after a hard day is on a different time zone than I don't care. Just wanted to let you know that I haven't heard from Chase. If you find out he bit the dust, let me know. I'm busy angling for his job."

House hung up and pocketed his phone.

"So, Gregory," Kayla said tentatively. "Do you know how to play poker?"

"Yeah, but I can't raise you. Unless you want to wrap your legs around my neck. Ow," he added, as Logan slapped him in the back of the head as he passed by.

"Why are you feeding this son of a bitch?" Logan growled.

"I think she likes me." House raised his eyebrows, then looked inquisitively at her.

"Your motorcycle's out of commission and you're broke. I feel bad."

"He didn't tell you?" Logan asked. "I fixed it."

"Really?"

"Really. Only reason he's staying is to learn all our secrets and destroy us both. Maybe you can...talk to him?"

House grinned at Kayla, waiting for her to correct his behavior simply by asking. When she didn't appease Logan, he said, "You do have the power of persuasion. It could just be your feminine wiles, or it could be that you're a freak like him. What I do know, is that Louie wouldn't mind if I died. So the fact that he wants you to persuade me, is a barking cat."

"Well, I'm a teacher. I need to be convincing if I want a handle on the students."

"Woof," House barked, to illustrate his point.

"You're being ridiculous."

"No, see, I've been around enough people to know that you're not people. Now I may not know what Louie is, but..." House leaned on the table, looking unblinkingly into her eyes. "I'm pretty sure the power of persuasion is your mutant ability."

Kayla stared at him. He stared at her. Logan's eyes moved back and forth between them, as House's phone vibrated quietly in his pocket. Finally she blinked and broke eye contact. "Will you please answer your phone?" she asked, and got to her feet. House got out his phone, watching Logan and Kayla leave him sitting at the table alone.

House looked at the caller ID, then took the call. "Yeah."

The voice on the other end was familiar, yet wonderfully fresh. "I'm not dead, you moron; and neither are you. You could have called me yourself."

"If you're not dead, then why are you late?"

Chase sighed into the receiver. "I was almost there, and this deranged man came out of nowhere. Tried to kill me."

House rubbed at his forehead. "Is everybody having a bad day?"

"I'm fine. And I appreciate your concern. I'll be there very soon; I just have to take care of this darn speeding ticket. One more thing; I won't show up in my car."

"What do you mean?"

"They also dinged me with distracted driving. My license is going to be revoked."

"What—how are we going to get home?" House asked, and Logan's head snapped up at the troubling question.

"House, don't worry about it. Alright, I'll work something out. See you tonight," Chase said pithily, and hung up the phone.

"Is everything okay?" Kayla asked, as he disconnected his phone.

He hesitated a moment, then glanced up at her. "No."

"What's going on?" Logan asked.

"Uh, the person who nearly ran you over," House began, and she nodded in acknowledgement, "Was my colleague."

Her polite concern seemed to fade. House got to his feet. "Uh, I'm sorry," he said. "He's not a bad guy. Promise. He's even a good driver, but..." He shrugged, and realized they were waiting impatiently for him to continue. "Well, he was panicking."

"Over what?" Kayla demanded.

"Some deranged man tried to kill him." House looked out the window, and the sight of the cliff suddenly made him realize who was the likely killer. His eyes shot to Logan and Kayla, who looked just as awkward as he did. His voice came out unnaturally friendly, as he tried not to piss Logan off further. "Listen, I have a really long ride, ahead of me, so...can I use your shower? Thanks," he added, when she nodded again. He turned and limped away as quickly as he was able.