UNKNOWN

Thirteen's phone was ringing away in her pocket. Every time she looked to see who was calling, the display read: unknown. Remy figured it was a telemarketer trying to hit her up after works hours, but the persistent calls didn't stop. It had to be a computer calling her every fifteen minutes. And every time her phone rang, she had the urge to throw it against the ground and stomp on it.

The final straw came when she left House's apartment no less the wiser. Wilson walked towards her with his shoulders hunched in defeat.

"Looks like we hit a dead end," Thirteen frowned.

"I have half a mind to call Nolan and give him hell. What if House needs us?"

"I'm sure he'd call."

Wilson shook his head negatively. "Not if he's at Mayfield. He man not get phone privileges. And if he did, he'd be using a pay phone.

Remy felt her stomach turn. Of course he didn't have his cell phone! But she was pretty sure he hadn't bothered to memorize her number.

"What's the matter?"

She shook her head. "Nothing. I was just wondering how House would remember phone numbers if he didn't have his cell with him."

"Oh." Wilson opened the car door for her. "He's pretty good with memorizing numbers that are valuable to him. That and he carries a cheat sheet in his wallet."

Thirteen dropped into her seat and dug out her phone before buckling up. I had almost been fifteen minutes. Her phone rang, and she nearly dropped it like a hot potato. Remy fumbled to answer it.

"Hello?"

It was Cuddy wondering what, if anything, they had found.

"We came up empty." The phone beeped in her ear signaling another incoming call. "Gotta go," she said rather tersely and hung up on the hospital administrator.

"Hello?"

"Finally! Don't you ever answer your phone?"

"You could have left a voicemail." She glanced sideways at Wilson. "Can I meet you somewhere?"

"You're not alone."

"Wilson and I are out looking for House." She felt more than heard his hesitation. "I could meet you for coffee in about an hour… I'll see you there."

Remy closed her phone and took a deep breath. She avoided Wilson by keeping her eyes on the road.

"Was that Foreman?"

"No, just a friend that's been trying to get in touch with me for the last few hours."

"You seem distressed by it," he noted.

"Just didn't think he'd be calling me. He has other friends he's closer to."

"Maybe he's at odd with them and needs your advice."

"Yeah, maybe."