April 7

It was past one in the morning before Wilson came back to see House again. Both of their offices as well as the diagnostic room had been turned into temporary exam rooms. House's was empty at the moment and he beckoned Wilson over to his desk. He showed him the computer screen, where he was streaming video of an anchor at a news desk.

"At precisely 8am this morning the entire human population simultaneously lost consciousness. The majority of people claim to have seen some sort of vision which some are saying they believe to be the future."

The video cut to an interview on the street, where they could still see signs of destruction everywhere.

"I was at college," a teenage girl explained. "I actually just sent in my acceptance letter last week. This morning I was brushing my teeth, and suddenly I was there, in a dorm room with all my stuff. I was watching TV with my roommate."

"I know it was the future," a woman insisted. "I was looking at my calendar like I do every night before I go to bed, checking what appointments I have the next day. The date I was looking at was October 30th, which means this event has to occur on October 29th. It's not a memory from last year; I was living in a different apartment last October."

"We were in Paris," a happy looking man said, his arm around a girl. "She's been trying to convince me have our honeymoon there since we got engaged. The wedding's in October. I guess she wins." He smiled at her.

"Did we really all just see our future?" the news anchor asked. "Are our visions actually going to come true? So far they seem to match up."

Another interview. "I saw myself having dinner at my sister's house, and of course the first thing I did was call her up, and she says she saw herself hosting a dinner party and that I was there. She told me I was wearing a blue dress, and I said she was serving chicken marsala. We had the same vision."

"However," the anchor continued, "There are some that didn't see anything at all."

"I don't know," a man said, shrugging. "I just...blacked out. I was in my kitchen making breakfast, then suddenly I was on the kitchen floor. There was nothing there."

"Yeah, I'm not sure what people are talking about," a woman said. "I was laying in bed and honestly I thought I'd just fallen back asleep until I looked out the window and turned on the news."

"So what does this mean?" the anchor asked. "Do some of us not have a future? Is this really the future at all, or just some strange dream? The FBI has created a web site, , where people from all over the globe are entering their flash-forward stories."

The news clip ended. House and Wilson stared solemnly at the unmoving computer screen.

"So...did you have a vision?" Wilson asked finally.

House nodded, but didn't elaborate.

"There's no proof that any of this is true," Wilson pointed out. "How would anybody know whether what they saw will happen in the future? They could have just been...dreams. Or...hallucinations, even."

"Right," House agreed. "Hallucinations that happen to correspond to one another."

"The...the people could have been lying," Wilson shrugged, avoiding House's eye. "Anything for a news story."

"Yes, everybody lies," House said. "I'm sure what you saw and what I saw were completely different."

"They probably were," Wilson agreed. "Listen, I've got patients...I should go. If you need anything or you want to go home...page me."

"Okay," House said.

For a moment they made eye contact as Wilson opened the door, but they both looked away quickly.

Wilson met Cuddy on his way downstairs. "You're still here?" Cuddy asked, looking defeated. "You should go home, get some rest."

"You're still here," Wilson pointed out. "And you've been here since at least five this morning-sorry-yesterday morning."

"No, just six," Cuddy sighed. "But it's all right. Lucas is with Rachel, I'm checking in with him every few hours, it's fine."

"Lisa, you're the one who should go home," Wilson insisted.

Cuddy shook her head. "I'm needed here."

She started to walk off but he put a hand on her shoulder. "What did you...I mean...do you mind if I ask what you saw?"

Cuddy smiled. "I was at home. I was putting Rachel to bed. She was bigger, she had more teeth. And she said, 'mama.' I was smiling at her, I ran my fingers through her hair. I kissed her forehead. Then I woke up on the floor outside my office. I looked around, and everywhere, nurses and doctors were getting up off the floor. Some were helping patients back into wheelchairs that had slid out. Everyone had the same confused look on their face." She sighed. Her smile had disappeared. "Why? What did you see?"

Wilson shook his head. "Nothing."

Cuddy looked at him with concern. "I know what they're saying, but that doesn't necessarily mean-"

"-No, I don't mean I didn't see anything," Wilson corrected, smiling. "I just meant I...don't want to talk about it."

"What about House? Did he tell you what he saw?"

"He didn't have to."

"Oh, you were together?"

Panic crossed Wilson's face before he realized that Cuddy hadn't meant it that way.

She looked at him. "Is everything okay?"

"I've gotta go," Wilson said, looking at the ground. "I've got...patients. Lots and lots of patients." He sighed. Cuddy touched his arm sympathetically before walking off. She was still wearing sneakers.