A/N: Song called by Jimmy Eat World. I find the band fitting, don't you?
I see it around me, I see it in everything.
I could be so much more than this.
I said my goodbyes—this is my sundown.
I'm gonna be so much more than this.
With one hand high, you'll show them your progress.
You'll take your time, but no one cares.
No one cares.
I need you to show me the way from crazy.
I wanna be so much more than this.
With one hand high, you'll show them your progress.
You'll take your time, but no one cares.
With one hand high, you'll show them your progress.
You'll take your time, but no one cares.
No one cares.
I could be so much more than this.
No one cares.
I wanna be so much more than this.
No one cares.
I could be so much more than this.
No one cares.
I wanna be so much more than this.
No one cares.
I wanna be so much more than this.
No one cares.
I wanna be so much more than this.
Good Goodbye, lovely time
Good Goodbye, tinsel shine
Good Goodbye, I'll be fine
Good Goodbye, good goodnight.
All was silent, all was good, all was peaceful and dreamful and splendid…
And then a noise sounded off like a firecracker on the Fourth of July. It was his alarm, and it hadn't been set. Wilson always got up with an alarm, House thought tiredly. Wilson was a Cuddy's pet. Wilson always arrived on time…
But he didn't anymore.
House slung his legs over the side of the bed and onto the floor, limping heavily into the kitchen, where he threw together a sandwich. It wasn't exactly a breakfast food, but it would have to do. Packing the unruly sandwich of rye, tomato, turkey, lettuce and pickles in a plastic bag, House grabbed his cane and his helmet and was out the door before you could say 'Egomaniacal bastard'.
House didn't like pickles.