So here's another chapter. I'm attempting to put one up at least everyday, or every other. But now college has started, so algebra is taking up a lot of my free time...I HATE ALGEBRA! Okay, I feel better, I just had to get that out. Anyways, enjoy!

House liked it when he had time to himself, when nobody was around him to bother him. However, now in this current solitude, the lonesomeness was eating him alive. Now he would be content with anyone, just so he could know that he wasn't the only one in the world.

House's phone rang, reminding him that he was not the only one left inhabiting the world.

House looked at the ID on the phone. It was Riley.

"House."

"It was Bill that took Dr. Wilson. I was confirmed by a security camera from across the street," Riley reported.

"That's what I thought," said House.

"But there's good news."

How could there be good news in this situation?

Riley continued to tell what was so great. "I've made progression in the case," he said with his voice overflowing in triumph.

"What did you find out?" House asked.

"The camera this time was able to show in detail what Bill's car looked like," Riley explained. "And when I looked back at the other videos, it looks as if he's using the same car."

"And...?"

"That means that he's not switching vehicles. This is great evidence - we could track him down!"

"Have you yet?" House asked, his attention now fully on Riley and what he was saying.

"No, not yet. I've ordered outside recordings on all buildings in the area. If we can pick him up on those videos, we can track what direction he went."

Before, House wondered if Riley knew what he was doing, but now apparently he was good for something. But he was still many steps behind Bill.

"Let me know when you find something out," House said, and without waiting for Riley's response he hung up.

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The prisoners looked up when they heard noise from the other side. Bill opened the door, placed an unconscious Wilson on the floor and shut the door behind him without acknowledging the others.

Chase and Foreman scurried over to where Wilson was and they picked him up and brought him over to where Cuddy and Cameron were. The four all kneeled around him.

"Do you think he's okay?" Cameron asked.

"Yeah," Cuddy said. She gently shook Wilson. "James, wake up."

Wilson stirred slightly.

Cuddy patted the side of Wilson's face, which she noticed was bruised. "James," she said a little louder.

Wilson's eyes flickered open, looking at Cuddy and the others that were next to him.

"You're okay," Wilson said happily.

"For the most part," Chase said.

"Looks like Bill got you though," Foreman said, motioning to Wilson's face.

Wilson raised his hand and touched his cheek where it was bruised. "Oh, this? This is House's doing."

"House? Why…," Cameron began.

"Long story." Wilson sat up and looked around the room he was in. "Where are we?"

"Your guess is as good as ours," Foreman said.

Wilson sighed. "So what has Bill done?"

"Nothing. All he's done is made us stay in this room," Cameron said.

"How's life on the outside?" Chase asked.

"They put the hospital on lock down. Only employees are allowed in and out," Wilson said.

Cuddy moaned and buried her face in her hands.

Looking away from Cuddy, Cameron turned to Wilson. "Do you think you were the last one on Bill's hit-list?"

Wilson shrugged. "I hope so, because this is kind of getting ridiculous."

Foreman nodded in agreement. "You're telling me."

"I guess House will be the next one…," Cameron said with her voice trailing off.

The five occupants of the room were silent; because they unwillingly remembered what Bill had promised when he had took away everyone he cared about.