At her aggressive behavior and her unbelievable question; Rebecca, Cameron, Park, Foreman, Taub, Chase, and Adams joined Stacy at the coffin, peering down at the stranger lying in House's place. Park felt for a pulse and moved to close the coffin lid, and Foreman and Chase helped her.

"I apologize, but I'm not a mortician. The only service I'm providing is this one."

Cuddy ran her hands through her hair and tried to remain logical. Cameron turned around and approached her, and spoke gently. "Wells was the one trying to revive him. Linwood was there, too."

Cuddy looked predatorily into her eyes, then began to back up. "Thank you, Dr. Cameron. Excuse me." She turned around, stepped off the stage and walked quickly down the aisle between pews. Coming to the doors, she was distracted by the sight of at least twenty people on either side of her, sitting in wheelchairs. She stopped and looked from one row to the other. "So, what, House couldn't cure any of you?"

"He was one of the trustees of our foundation. For people with disabilities."

"What?" Foreman asked. He had followed Cuddy, and his voice surprised her.

"He was one of our biggest motivators."

Trying not to get slowed down by the news, Cuddy held her head up high and left the church. Taub turned and walked backwards down the aisle, speaking loudly. "Sit tight. We'll get this sorted out!"

The doors closed behind him, isolating the people in warmth and dim light.

"Adams," Cuddy said. "You're taking a cab. I need you to get a skin sample."

"Why?"

Cuddy opened the door and looked at Adams as she got in. "Get the sample," she repeated, and slammed the car door. Adams stepped back, watching the tires spin on the ice before the car bucked over the icy ridge and into the street. Still buckling up, Cameron looked out the window and met Adams' eyes with an expression of disbelief before Cuddy drove away.

Adams walked back to the church, pushing open the doors and walking purposefully down the aisle. "Anyone got a knife?" she called, and her voice echoed. Up front, on the stage, Rebecca turned to face her.

Park lowered her phone, looking nervously into the reflection of Cuddy's eyes.

"No answer?"

"Oh, I got an answer alright. The hospital's Lost And Found."

Cuddy turned her eyes to Chase. "You were there. Or weren't you?"

"I told them to get the paddles. Wells tried shocking him, said he'd stop at ten. And I left the OR, I didn't see the point."

Cuddy shook her head. "How could this have happened? You should have stayed in the room."

"I know."

"When Adams gets the DNA sample, I'm testing it. With any luck, they think he's John Doe, two years in a coma and I can fix this."

Cameron closed her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Cuddy. It was all happening so fast."

Cuddy looked over at Chase, sitting in the passenger seat. "You're fired. So is Wells, soon as I can get my hands on him."

"Okay, I know he was my student—"

"And that's end of story, Chase! There is nothing more that anyone can add to that. This is the biggest screw-up I have ever seen!"

Chase opened his mouth, but had to fight for his voice. "I'm sorry," he finally uttered. "I'll pack my locker soon as we get there."

"Damn straight." She shook her head and groaned. "I don't believe this."

Chase sighed. "Do you really need to rake me over the coals? It's bad enough I killed him."

Cuddy hesitated for a moment, then turned on her signal light and pulled up to the sidewalk. She turned her eyes to Chase and waited for him to get out of the car. As Cuddy drove away, Cameron turned in the backseat to look at Chase, until the falling snow and forming vapor occluded him from sight.