"We know how you died," Amber taunted, giving House a mischievous smirk. House ignored her and looked forward. Still a bitch…

The three passengers got off of the idle bus and began walking in the whiteness.

"There's nothing out here. It's all white," House said, sighing. He turned his head slightly to look at the bus that was slowly disappearing from view.

"Don't worry," Kutner said, picking up on House's rare uneasiness. "We know where we're going. The bus won't be going anywhere for a little while." House nodded and they continued their walk.

"What do you do here? It seems that this place would get boring after a while…" House mused aloud.

"It's not so bad," Kutner answered brightly. "We reminisce most of the time… about good things though, nothing really negative."

"Sounds boring," House concluded. Their pace was not hindered by House's curiosity, but the white silence returned.

"So, I guess now would be the time for us to help jog your memory," Amber said after a moment, looking down. House nodded.

"It was raining on the day you died," she began, still walking. "Everything happened so fast. You didn't know what hit you. The accident attracted lots of attention. Many people were worried about you, despite what you might think."

"It was an accident?" House's mind began to churn. He wanted so badly to remember. "Wait… I was heading home on my bike and—"

"The truck came out of nowhere," Kutner interjected. He was quickly met with Amber's icy stare. "What? I want to help…" He quickly turned to House. "The other guy ran a red light and hit you." In a flash, much of House's final moments returned to him.

The rain was pouring relentlessly on the ground. The roads were becoming slick, but House was adamant—he would ride his bike home.

"Are you sure you don't need a ride?" Wilson asked as House was leaving.

"I'm sure. See ya."

House headed outside and walked as quickly as he could to his bike. Revving it up, he sighed and pulled out of the parking lot. He wasn't speeding, but the slippery roads pushed the bike along at a fast pace. His last thoughts were on his piano, dinner, and something else… someone else.

The last sounds he heard were car horns blaring and tires squealing. Before he left Earth, House could see people rushing to him, but he knew it was too late. As his eyes closed, a figure knelt before him, trying fruitlessly to revive him. Oh God, he thought. Why does she have to see me die? The last thing he saw was her. She was screaming, crying for help, but he couldn't speak to her. He slowly closed his eyes, leaving her alone in the rain.

House's eyes flicked open suddenly and he realized that he was back on the white bus.

"You're awake," Amber said. She was sitting next to House with a serious look on her face. Detecting House's look of confusion, Amber added, "When you remembered, you sort of blacked out. In order for you to remember your final moments better."

"But I didn't remember completely," House said resignedly. "There was someone there before I died, and I couldn't figure out who she was."

Kutner gave House a mischievous smile from across the aisle. "We know who it is. I'd like to tell you, but it's against the rules…"

"Rules?" House scoffed. "This place has rules?"

Amber rolled her eyes. "Forget about that. Right now you need to concentrate on that person. Now that you remember your final moments, focus on her. What does she look like? Do you know her? Why was she there?"

As Amber continued to suggest questions for him to think about, House ignored her. Instead, he decided to focus on the contentment he was feeling. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this way. It was as if he didn't have a care in the world. But he knew that he did, and his black clothing was a reminder of that. Sighing, House closed his eyes, relishing this moment of painlessness.