The 29th dawned with heavy snow. Heading into the ER with her head down, Cameron could barely see the gurney preceding her through the doors. She stumbled into the lobby, brushing off the flakes. Approaching the desk, the nurse sitting there decided to be cute with her. "This is the file. This is a book. See, it says fiction."

Cameron gave her a sarcastic smile. "Got it." She slid the file off the desk and walked towards the elevator with a sigh. Reaching for the button, her hand faltered when someone else pushed it first. Looking over, she barely suppressed a groan at the sight of Adams' equally displeased face. The two women got into the elevator and Adams pushed the button. And for the entire ride, neither of them spoke. Finally the doors whooshed open and they eagerly parted ways. Relieved, Cameron stepped into the diagnostician's office and began to remove her coat. "Good morning."

"What's good about it?"

"So far, nothing." Cameron hung up her coat and walked to the table. "You know what my biggest complaint is. Well, now Cuddy and Adams are both pissed at me."

"What did you do?"

"My job. At least what Cuddy is doing is understandable; lashing out from grief."

"So you wouldn't lash out if you got fired?"

"Adams is still employed here; I didn't ruin her life. If I was the Dean Of Medicine, she'd be flipping burgers."

Park's eyes moved nervously behind Cameron, who in the awkward silence heard the glass door close. She turned around to look at Chase.

"Well..." Chase floundered, and spared a hesitant look at Park. "Then I guess, good for Adams you're not that important to Cuddy."

"Uh, I'm gonna get a kidney sample," Park squeaked, and hurried from the room.

Cameron gave Chase the once-over and extended her hands, palms outward. "I just let her off my team. If you were her boss and not her boyfriend, you'd have fired her, too!"

"I would have given her a chance to make things right."

"Things wouldn't have needed correcting if she hadn't toyed with him!"

"She's a good doctor."

"She's a bad person! I don't need her on my team."

"Right, but a bad person can be a diagnostician and you don't see a problem?"

She raised her eyebrows at him. "You fail to see a distinction between your girlfriend and House, and you don't see a problem?"

"Oh," Chase scoffed, watching her intently. "Now I understand. You can't do this job as well as House. My girlfriend is like House. Life goes on, it's a brave new world, but life revolves around—"

"Facts, Chase, facts. Those were your words!"

"You want to know what my sound advice is? Don't be a diagnostician if you can't even fix your own life."

"Right, and House's life was so good, no one ever mentioned it."

Chase happened to look to his left side, towards the glass wall; and through it, he saw a line of professionals, distracted by their argument. Taub was among them, looking nervously from one doctor to the next. At Chase's sudden reticence and the look on his face, Cameron looked to her right side, at the amused, concerned, and disapproving faces lined up outside the office. Inhaling deeply and then huffing a sigh, Chase looked back at Cameron and spoke with a jarring calmness. "Your patient from yesterday hasn't been discharged and he never needed a kidney sample. So you might want to make haste on those interviews."

"I didn't ask for your opinion yesterday, I don't want it now."

Chase strode out of the office and into the crowd. The glass door closed in his departure. Briefly locking eyes with her, Taub turned and followed Chase down the hall. Alone, Cameron walked to the window with crossed arms; then reached up and snapped the blinds shut.