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Yay! I updated! Squee! Hey, I know a lot of people were confused by the last chapter, so if you didn't get the rough idea of what's going on then you get the final copy of what's going on. And...I also know that a lot of you were grossed out by the last chapter...don't worry, everything is rated T again. So no more nasty!!!!

Disclaimer: Mmm...I like Mountain Dew...Oh! Right it's a disclaimer...Okay...I DO NOT own House...damn...

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Chapter 5

Day 3: A Night of the Mourning in the Night of the Morning

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Last Chapter ending:

The grunts could no longer be heard; the naked sadist was getting up, she could smell his sweat, and see the shadow of his arm as he reached for the doorknob….

His hand stopped, and he muttered to himself "Damn dead girls, can't stay in one place.…" He began to put his clothes back on, and clean the blood off his body. "Now…my next targets…I want those fiiiine new girls, Cudd and Cam, are their names? Oh well…And the men with them…well. I've killed people before."

Cameron let out an inaudible gasp. He was going to try to kill all of them! But listened as the man continued.

"I'll get them about two days after we start moving."

She thought he was done, but with a great grunt he lifted up the girl he had just killed, and opened up the closet.

Cameron stiffened, and held her breath. She tried to curl up…but she was kinda stuck at the moment. She held her breath, what was he going to do?

Boss threw the girl into the closet and slammed the door.

THUMP!

Cameron started silently crying again; I mean, who wouldn't?

But the man walked out as if nothing was wrong.

She waited with baited breath for about 10 minutes. When she was absolutely sure the coast was clear she heaved the dead bodies off of her and got the hell out of there!

When she went back she found that the others had finished work, and were on a break.

"Cameron!!!!" said Chase REALLY loudly, "Where were --?"

"Shhh!" she hissed. "I'll tell you later."

"Cam, have you been crying?" asked Wilson almost inaudibly.

"No." she said; they might have believed her if she hadn't had to choke back a sob.

"You smell funny." Chase stated bluntly.

She glared daggers at him. "Well maybe if you had a corpse lying on top of you for most of the past hour then you would smell funny too!" she spat so quietly that the others had to lean in to hear her.

Wilson steered Cam to an empty room. The rest followed. "Okay, Cameron, you're going to tell us what happened.

So she began to tell them everything, about what she saw, what fell on top of her, what the guy said… "He's going to kill us all two days after we set sail."

"So…what does it all mean?" pondered Chase.

"What does it all mean? What does it all mean?!?! It means that the captain of this ship kidnapped these girls, and they think that once they sleep with him they can go back to their families, but they DIE. Why do you think we're setting out early? Because obviously he can't stay in one place for to long! He collects the money his victims make, then kills them! And tortures them! We have to get off this boat! Now! But the only problem is…see those people lurking around the outskirts??? I have a feeling that they're guards to make sure no one escapes." (A/N: There's your final copy!)

A long silence went on after Cameron finished. Finally, Cuddy spoke.

"Well, we have about ten hours before the ship sets sail; we'll have to outwit the guards. Anyone who can work for this guy when they know what's going on…Well, they have to be idiots. And we're all doctors, we're smart."

"But if we stay…we could find House. And…and I don't want to lose him again." said Wilson quietly.

"Wilson…We will save House." Cuddy and Cameron supported. Foreman nodded along.

"Yeah! He's probably doing just fine without us!" said Chase optimistically.

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House was in hell. Where were Wilson, and Cuddy? And his underlings? Now when he needed help they weren't there! His illness was progressing….

He was still disoriented.

Still weak.

Still cramping.

Still vomiting.

He still couldn't remember anything from before.

And he had had his second se-

One minute after his third seizure, House sat up.

"Argh!" He pounded the ground in frustration. It hurt… A few tears leaked down….

"Why me?" he whispered into the night.

He closed his eyes. He saw from the front glass of a car….it was flying through the air….it was smashing into the water…a man was screaming in the backseat…he sounded familiar…the driver was laughing….and then all was black…. His eyes opened again. Why had he just thought of that?

He didn't know. He didn't want to. It seemed so real. And the vision terrified him.

And who was the man? He sounded so familiar….

He fell asleep. He couldn't be bothered to think about this at 1:00 o'clock in the morning. And even though he wouldn't remember his dream in the morning, as it is always hard to do, his dreams were plagued by the same thing over and over again: His unobtainable memory.

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Each and everyone of them was in mourning in the night of the morning.

The women on the boat mourned for their families.

The Boss mourned for a a stable home, instead of moving around every few days. Also for money.

Wilson mourned for his best friend and the situation he was currently in. As did Cuddy, Cameron, Foreman, and Chase.

And House mourned for the memory that he isn't aware is still inside of him. He mourned for his cane. He mourned for his current situation. He mourns for his friend, team, and boss.

Yes. Everyone was in mourning in the night of the morning.

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And I mourn for reviews! I have seen a lack in them! So if you read this can you please, please, please review? Also, i'm going to try to update again by this Friday. If I don't update by Friday you can smack me. And to Lizardz94, don't take that seriously, because you know I will smack you back. Oh, and did anyone catch the play on words for the chapter title? If you haven't, re-read the title and the last paragraph.

See? No cliffie! You can squee throughout the land!

Thanks!
ILGH