April 12

Things at the hospital were slowly returning to normal. The blackout patients that had needed to stay in the hospital were starting to get discharged, routine surgeries were rescheduled, and House was back with his team working on a new case.

"Fourteen year old female."

"Pregnant fourteen year old female."

"Send her upstairs to pediatrics. Or OB-GYN."

"Her symptoms have nothing to do with her pregnancy. We take sick kids all the time. They send them to us when pediatrics can't figure out what's wrong with them."

"I know what's wrong with her. She's an idiot. Or her parents are idiots. Probably both. You know how genes work."

"House."

"Come on, it's obviously an STD."

"She's been tested. They're all negative. So is her tox screen."

House continued to banter with his fellows before finally opening the file and assigning them all to run various tests. He decided it had been too long since he'd last seen the inside of a fourteen year old girl's bedroom and went with Taub to check for environmental causes.

"So, what'd you see in your flash-forward?" Taub asked as they stepped into the house.

"Oh god, are we really gonna do this?" House responded, rolling his eyes. "Well I already know what you saw. Ten pm, that's around the time you bang the blonde nurse."

"Actually I was taking a shower. At home."

"So your wife went out and you banged her at your place."

"I'm not that stupid."

"Well that's news," House retorted, heading to the bathroom to find samples.

"Seriously, though, what did you see?"

"I was at an Italian restaurant. I was telling the waiter I wanted more garlic bread. And the spaghetti didn't have enough sauce. Now that I'm forewarned, I don't plan on actually going there."

Taub didn't ask again.

April 13

The prepubescent whore wasn't improving. She should have responded to treatment by now. Thirteen and Foreman took her parents away for coffee so House and Chase could interrogate her without them there to influence her answers. Although, since her parents already knew she was pregnant at fourteen and hadn't murdered her, House doubted there'd be anything else she'd be afraid to admit to them.

The girl insisted she was telling the truth, but in the middle of the interview she started crashing. Chase stabilized her but she'd lost consciousness. He and House waited for her parents to get back.

Wanting to pass the time, Chase asked, "What did you see in your flash-forward?"

House groaned. "You, too? What is this, the newest pick up line?"

Chase shrugged. "I was here. Thirteen and I were running labs on a patient. We ruled out a fungal infection."

"You do know that when the time comes, I'm still gonna make you run the labs."

"Well, obviously."

House looked at him. "You really believe in all that this is the future stuff?"

"Why not? It makes sense. All the stories are corroborating. You should see some of the stuff on that mosaic website. And I talked to Thirteen. She saw the same thing I did. She asked me what color her hair was. I told her red. She'd dyed it. How can we both have seen that if it won't actually happen?"

"Simple. On October 28th, sneak into Thirteen's place and shave her head. Then you'll see what comes true."

Chase shook his head. "If you're afraid to tell me, that's fine."

"I was in a movie theater watching Julia Roberts make out with Angelina Jolie. I was getting a hard on."

Chase sighed, and then noticed Thirteen and Foreman returning with the patient's parents and stood up.

House sat in his desk, throwing the red ball into the air. Foreman came in.

"Patient cured yet?"

"No, but she doesn't seem to be getting worse either."

"She just crashed two hours ago."

"I know, but she's stable now. She's had no new symptoms in the past twelve hours."

"Except when her heart stopped."

"That was probably a reaction to the medicine we gave her."

"What is it you want, Foreman?"

Foreman looked at him over the chart he was holding. "Just keeping you updated."

"Why don't you update me when something actually happens?"

"All right, fine." He paused before heading out the door. "What did you see in your flash-forward?"

"I was jerking myself in the shower. Why don't you go ask the patient what she saw in her flash-forward so we can find out if she's even alive six months from now?"

Without even attempting to tell his own flash-forward story, Foreman left.

April 14

The machine beeped. House stared through the glass, twirling his cane, trying to think. What was he missing?

Thirteen stepped up next to him and silently handed him a cup of coffee. She stared at the patient, too. He stared at her.

She looked at him. "What?"

"Aren't you going to ask me what I saw in my flash-forward?"

"What's the point? It's not like you're gonna tell me the truth."

"You've talked to the others, then."

"They didn't believe it even when you told them. They're too used to you by now. I think they just wanted an opportunity to share their stories."

"Don't you want an opportunity to share yours?"

"You already know mine. I was running labs with Chase. I'd dyed my hair red."

"He could have been lying too."

"But he wasn't."

They looked at each other.

"All right, since I know you're dying for me to ask, tell me, House, what did you see in your flash-forward?"

"I was making out with Wilson."

Thirteen smiled and shook her head. "You were just waiting for that one, weren't you?"

House sighed and watched his patient through the glass. "Yes. Yes I was."