Telling Chase they were on one of the beaches would never have helped him track House down, which was how the latter found himself invited back to the cabin. With several hours still before Chase arrived, House was making up the couch—but he looked uncomfortable. No, actually, he looked confused. Seeing Logan there, watching him, House felt compelled to announce, "I don't remember the trip."

"Well, maybe you have Alzheimer's. You're old enough."

House gave a subtle shake of his head. "It's not that. It's like I drank too much, except I didn't."

Oblivious to Logan's smile, he kept transforming the sofa into a bed.

"I remember falling off my motorcycle. Every year in America before that. I remember my fellows. My boss. Everything but that trip," House mused, as he finished. "And it's making me crazy. I know my brain is in good health."

"Maybe you're not as healthy as you think," Kayla answered, even though it crushed her to manipulate his mind. But she just couldn't expose their secrets.

"Of course I am! I'm a doctor. I've performed my own tests and understood the results more times than I can count. No mass, no bleed, no narrowing, no thickening, no build-up, no trauma." He shrugged, and frowned then, as his own monologue made him miss his career and his colleagues. Well, at least he had spoken to one, and would be seeing another. Unfortunately, that would have to suffice throughout his sentence. He looked over at the back porch door with a sigh. "You guys mind if I just step outside?"

Kayla smiled at him. "When I told you to make yourself at home, I meant it."

He gave a nod of subtle gratitude and limped to the door; closing it for all the privacy a lonely mountain could provide. He walked closer to the edge and dug out his phone, dialing Foreman's number.

"What's up, House?"

House stared out at the Canadian beauty that would never cheer him. "I think I have a problem."

"I know. Chase knows, Taub knows, Thirteen knows. Everybody knows. But I'm glad to hear you admitting it. It's the first step."

"Can you just shut up and let me talk?" House barked, and heard a faint echo of his voice. He spared a quick look over his shoulder to make sure he was still alone. "I'm missing moments."

"What do you mean?"

"Well—I can remember a lot of things. Like the time you stabbed Cameron, or the time Kutner lit a patient on fire. These people I'm with...they're telling me we just got back from the beach... I can't recall anything."

"I'll, uh...I'll tell Chase to step on it."

House frowned at the view. "Chase is coming?"

"Okay... I guess I called you at the beach."

"I wasn't ready to tell."

"Well, seeing as how the cat's out of the bag, how about telling me why you did it?"

House sighed, leaning on his cane. Taking a ragged breath, he lifted his eyes to the distant civilization, visualizing teams of doctors down below. "So you can keep Chase updated."

"I just want to understand."

House hung up, pocketing his phone and resisting the urge to throw it off the cliff. He stood there for a moment, breathing in the nice evening and calming his rattled nerves. But he couldn't repair how broken he felt. He didn't think he would ever feel whole again. Ignoring the muffled ringtone, he turned and limped back to the cabin, letting himself inside. Looking up at the mildly curious but not nosy couple, he casually mentioned, "I've got a colleague coming to pick me up."

The pair reacted in very different ways at the same time. Logan said, "We know," while Kayla was pretending to be surprised. For a moment everybody was quiet, unsure of how to proceed.

Then she gave a rueful smile. "He should be here in the morning."

"Is that what I told you?"

"Yes," she reluctantly answered, and hastily changed the subject. "Is anyone hungry?"

Receiving two positive answers, she began to cook. Still scheming to steal her from Logan, House offered to assist. But, she declined the offer, and House went to the couch and grabbed the remote; finding his favorite soap instead.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Logan grumbled; and as he helped Kayla prepare dinner, he quipped, "This guy has the worst taste!"

Unfamiliar with the show herself, Kayla was open-minded enough to sit with House and watch it while they ate. Logan also joined, but only to discourage him from hitting on her. She didn't look too invested in it, but made no snide comments when it ended. She rounded up the dishes, but Logan was the one who took them. "You have work," he said succinctly.

Kayla looked at the clock. "Okay. Thank you."

She kissed him and bid House goodnight, disappearing up the steps. House turned back to the television and was channel-surfing when he happened to look at the window and see Logan trying to detach some cutlery hanging off his palm. But when House rotated on the couch, everything was normal. Logan was casually washing dishes.

Yup. He was definitely losing his mind. Good thing Chase was coming. He lay down and cast his eyes to the reflection of the window, watching and waiting for it to happen again.

House closed his eyes, disconcerted by the sudden image of Wilson. Channeling his thoughts instead to the whole gang, he tried to speculate how they might react if they found out he wasn't as dead as they thought. He heard the bathroom door click quietly shut, but not before Logan swore softly. House opened his eyes and was adjusting the blankets when he thought he heard knives clinking together coming from the bathroom.

Logan opened the door. Both of his hands were empty. Needing the facilities himself, House went to the washroom and couldn't help but notice that were no knives. Not in plain sight—and the man hadn't had enough time to put them away. On top of that, House hadn't heard any drawers open and shut. He snooped through them all, as quietly as possible. No knives.

Freaky...

With that taken care of, House went back to the couch and lay down again, trying not to think of Wilson. Unsuccessfully. His efforts to avoid thinking about what he couldn't stop thinking about, stopped him from falling asleep. He lay on the couch, in the strangers' house, while his mind raced. He mostly tried to come up with some explanation for Logan's unlikely weight, but nothing explained what he remembered.

When there was finally light behind the curtains, he gave up on the fruitless endeavor to sleep. He was just sitting there when Kayla walked down the stairs, greeting him with, "How'd you sleep?"

"I didn't," came the simple answer. Glad to be alone with her, House grabbed his cane, got to his feet, and limped as close to her as he dared. "Uh, your...boyfriend. He is people, right?"

She smiled, trying to ignore the way his question made her feel. "Of course."

"So you're in on it, too."

Kayla's eyebrows went up at the man's freaky intuition. Little wonder he was a diagnostician. But all she said was, "There's nothing to be in on. And if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready for work."

He made a grand motion, and she forced herself to keep smiling as she walked past him. But as she delved into the closet for her jacket, House's words made her blood run cold. "I will figure this out. Your secrets are not safe."

She turned to look at him.