Chapter three, in which Wilson gets a surprise...
Cameron's eyebrows had disappeared into her hairline and her neck ached from shaking it so much by the time Wilson had finished his account.
"...so that brings us up to this point, roughly speaking," he said. "I can tell by your face that things are a little different here."
"A little!" She almost choked on the words. "I am still reluctant to believe all this, but there's no way you could have made all that up. It's far too intricate." She seemed to be examining him rather like an interesting chemical reaction; not wanting to miss the action, but not wanting to get too close, for fear of being scalded. They pondered a minute, then Wilson broke the silence.
"What's it like here then?"
"I... I don't think I should say."
"Well why the hell not?" he exclaimed. "If you don't tell me then I will just walk straight out of here and ask House. He's always up for crazy-ass things going on around here. He'd probably believe me more readily than you!"
Cameron looked extremely worried. "I really don't think that's a very good idea."
"Why not?" He frowned, the lightbulb going on above his head. "House is different, isn't he? Was his infarction worse? Is he in a wheelchair? What are you not telling me?" He was almost shouting but stopped, tears pricking his eyes. He hastily scrubbed them away. "Please, Allison. Don't I deserve to know?"
Cameron sighed. "It's not that it's worse," she started. Wilson exhaled in relief. "It's... better... for House, I suppose." She sighed again, clearly having difficulty with what she needed to say. "He... in this world... he didn't have an infarction. He-" she was cut off by a brusque knock at the door, but the knocker didn't wait for invitation and just opened the door. Wilson's eyes widened and he gulped at the sight of House.
"How long does it take to get a consult?" asked House of the room at large, then frowned at the look on Wilson's face. "Wilson-are you ok?" But he got no further, as Wilson promptly fainted dead away.