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The three were still looking up after the trapdoor had shut and surrounded them in a cloak of inky darkness.

House was still sitting on the ground. Although he could not see Cameron or Wilson, he could hear Wilson's ragged breathing and Cameron's stifled sobs. If it had not been for those signs of life, House would have thought that he had died and was to be forever forced in this black, painful oblivion.

House took out his bottle of Vicodin and swallowed the remaining two pills that he had. He put the empty bottle back in his pocket and attempted to stand, however the pain in his leg would not allow him.

"Help me up."

Wilson turned to where House was, or assumed where he was since he could not see him. Wilson waved his hands in front of him and walked forward until he touched House's hands. Grasping House's hands in his, Wilson pulled House off the ground.

"Thanks," House muttered.

"You're welcome."

Now that House was standing, he realized that his head was brushing up against the low ceiling. House guessed that the height of the room they were in was six feet tall.

To himself, House laughed. We're six feet under…

House bent over, grimacing, and rubbed his leg. Even though he had been through a lot in the past days: a concussion, getting grazed by a bullet, great emotional stress and getting beat up multiple times, he had managed to still be able to keep on going. Only now after his recent struggle with Chase and the six foot drop had he begun to feel more pain.

"Are you okay?" Cameron asked.

"Yeah, I'm just great. I just wished I could see a little bit," House said.

"I can help us there," Cameron said cheerfully.

"Well," House said pseudo-cheerfully, "unless you have a jar of lightning-bugs hidden somewhere you can't do much."

Suddenly a light flicked on, reveling Cameron's smiling face.

"A lighter?" Wilson asked.

In the dim light of the flame, Cameron nodded.

"I didn't know you smoked," House said.

"I don't. I took it from your desk before Bill took me. I didn't want Cuddy to see a lighter lying around on your desk," Cameron explained.

"Touché."

"I just now remembered that I had it," Cameron said.

"Wonderful. Now give me," House said, motioning for Cameron to give him the lighter.

House took the lighter and slowly panned around the room. To his left, there was a dead end but to his right, the darkness extended beyond the flame's reach. House limped towards it, only to find that when he approached the dark it continued.

House turned to Wilson and Cameron. "There's a hallway," he said, pointing in the direction of the darkness.

"But what's down there?" Cameron asked.

"I don't know. That's why we have to go find out."

"But…what if the others are right? What if it is a trap?" Wilson asked.

"Then damn, we're too late. Unless you have a suggestion that would get us back up there." House pointed above him.

Wilson and Cameron walked over towards House. However, he did not look at them directly. He looked where the flickering flame made their shadows on the wall. Bill had trapped them into this predicament and forced them to believe that there was no other reality to their situation and that they would most certainly die. But House was determined that he would break his chains, and he would take everyone with him…

"House!"

Startled, House withdrew from his thoughts and looked at the real forms of Wilson and Cameron standing in front of him. In the little light that there was, House could see how worn they looked. They both had dark circles that consumed their eyes, dirt was smudged on their faces, and their hair was dirty and messy. Cameron's bangs hung limply on her forehead and the bruise on Wilson's cheek intensified the shadow that was already cast by the dim light. House wondered how bad he looked.

"Are you okay?" Cameron asked.

House nodded. "Let's go."

And this time, neither Wilson nor Cameron questioned House's actions.

After twenty minutes of slowly walking down the dark passageway silently, Wilson spoke.

"I don't think that this is going anywhere. We should go back before it's too late."

"Oh, right. And the problem before, which is that we couldn't get into the room, is solved?" House asked.

"No, but it's better that doing this," Wilson said.

House came to a complete stop, turning around and looking down at Wilson. "So what do you suggest we do? Oh I know! House, with my gimp leg, little-bitty Cameron, and pathetic Wilson can make a human ladder and we can climb our way back into the room with the others. But that would leave someone down here…so that doesn't work either…"

"Guys, come on. We may be near the end, and you never know, this might be the only way to save us," Cameron pleaded.

Wilson sighed. "Fine."

"Okay. Now that we have that settled, we-," House began, but he stopped talking when the flame of the lighter extinguished, bathing them in darkness once more.

Wilson let out an exasperated sigh. "Can this get any-?"

House cut off Wilson's rhetorical question mid sentence. "Don't ask if it can, because it always can get much, much worse." House threw the lighter on the floor and stepped on it, breaking the glass.

"So what's your big plan now?" Wilson bitterly asked.

"We are going to keep going the way were already going," House said. He went to start walking away, but Wilson grabbed his shoulder.

"I know why you did this," Wilson said. "You wanted to bide time so that you wouldn't be there when Bill comes back. If you're not there, he can't kill you."

House scoffed. "Wilson…really?"

"You left all of the others to die! And it's your fault that they'll be buried in Bill's backyard in a burlap sack!" Wilson yelled.

"Wilson!" Cameron shrieked.

"Foreman, Chase, Cuddy…don't you care about them House?" Wilson yelled.

House slapped Wilson on his already bruised cheek. Wilson took a sharp intake of breath and took a step away from House.

"Sorry," Wilson apologized after he had calmed down and realized what he had said.

"No problem. I had to stop you from acting crazy somehow. Now both of you, come here close to me," House instructed. House could not see either of them, but he could sense that both Cameron and Wilson were next to him. "Okay, we are going to stay close together. Got it?"

They both nodded but then figured out that their nods would not been seen in the dark.

"Yes," Cameron said.

"Good. Let's go."

Considering how hard it was for the three to stay close together in complete darkness in addition to House's difficulty with walking, they compensated very well. It was not long until they saw the faint light that was coming from the ceiling.

"Bingo," House said. He limped ahead of Wilson and Cameron, walking up an incline that lead to where the light was. He looked up and at the light and pressed his hands against the ceiling and pushed. A door opened, and dirt fell from the opening and landed in House's face. He turned away, brushing the dirt out of his eyes and Wilson opened the door, turning his head to avoid the dirt from falling into his own eyes.

When Wilson fully opened the door, the three turned their heads away from the bright light in which the source that could only be the natural sun. After their eyes had adjusted, they stared in awe at the sight.

"Sunlight…," House said.

"We did it! We made it!" Cameron gleefully yelled, embracing Wilson in a hug.

"Stop celebrating. We still don't know yet if we are completely safe," House said. He crawled out of the hole, Wilson and Cameron following.

When the three stood up and looked at each other in proper lighting for the first time in days, they all laughed.

"You look like crap House," Wilson said.

"So do you." House looked around at their surroundings. It seemed that the passageway had led them to the middle of an open, grassy lot. In the distance he could see the back of the house that they had come from and up ahead on the right was a small pond that House had not noticed when he first came.

"That's where the others are," House said as he pointed to the small house.

"We have to go get help," Wilson said.

"Hopefully with the Police will believe three people if they all show up dirty and beaten. They were not that much help last time." House started walking through the high grass.

House, Wilson and Cameron moved quickly. Even though his ego did not like it, House used Wilson as support so they could move faster than House's limping pace. This helped, because they made it up to house in no time, however when they got close enough, they wished that they had taken their time.

Bill was leaning against the back wall, gun in hand and smiling. The three froze, too stunned to move.