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The sky was overcast, and the ground looked wet. House saw these things, but he could not feel the cold puddles of water he strode through. The hospital loomed ahead, and as he walked House passed unnoticed by the few people on the sidewalk.

"I guess this isn't a dream, I really am dead," House said to himself.

He finally reached the hospital—his workplace until now—and entered without a need to open the front doors.

Strolling through the hallways, House noticed that everyone seemed a little melancholy. Rolling his eyes, he quickly concluded that the mood throughout the building was due to his recent death. House's curiosity rose as he reached the doors to his boss's office.

Lisa Cuddy was seated at her desk, eyes on the ceiling. As House approached her, it looked as if she had tears in her eyes. Well of course, she just lost the best doctor this hospital ever had, House snickered as he praised himself. He couldn't continue to watch her cry—that was not why he returned. As he left, House thought about the real reason he was there.

Remy...

On the way to his own office, House passed by his good friend James Wilson's office. Stepping inside, House wondered how Wilson was reacting to his death. The room looked bleak and unusually dark. Wilson was seated at his desk, mulling over some papers sitting in front of him. House placed himself next to Wilson so that he could see what his friend was looking at. It was a eulogy, and as House read what was written, he couldn't help but smile appreciatively.

"Thank you, Wilson," House said softly.

At that moment, Wilson turned around at stared through House. Looking disheartened, Wilson returned to his writing.

House finally reached his office, wondering on his way there whether Wilson had actually heard him speak or not.

The office was not vacant when House entered. Taub, Chase, and Cameron were seated at the table in perfect silence. Cameron was the only one who looked upset—tears were falling noiselessly down her face.

"Where's Thirteen?" Chase asked, ending the disturbed silence.

"She left early," a voice answered. House turned around to see Foreman standing in the doorway.

Chase nodded in understanding, ending their short conversation on the subject. Foreman slowly began walking toward House and, to House's surprise, passed right through him. Before he sat down with the rest of his colleagues, Foreman shivered.

I can't just wait here until tomorrow! I have to see her now! Dammit…

House left the three doctors in silence and wandered to the front of the hospital. Another sharp pain ran through his ghostly leg, and House cursed.

"House," a familiar voice said. House turned to see Amber with a smile on her face.

"How did you get here?"

"I'm only in your mind. So I didn't have to travel far," she replied, smirking.

"Great…"

"So, she won't be back here 'till tomorrow, huh?" Amber asked. House nodded and she continued. "Well, if you really want to see her, just concentrate. Picture only her in your mind."

As House closed his eyes, Amber disappeared and darkness took her place. When he opened his eyes, House was no longer in the hospital lobby. It was still dark here, but it was a small, somewhat familiar place. Turning to look in front of him, House was met with the lifeless gaze of Remy Hadley.