Stepping out of the washroom with damp hair, Kayla carried her laundry basket downstairs with intent to go about her morning as usual. Instead, she found House sitting at the dining table, appearing to prepare cocaine. "Oh, no. No, no," she greeted him. "You can't do drugs in here!"

"It's not drugs. Unfortunately," he added under his breath.

"What are you working on?"

His answer was so casual. "Fireworks."

"Fire what?" she squeaked.

He looked over at her. "It's safe. I've done this before."

"Take it outside! And why are you making fireworks?"

"Because I don't have a bomb. Luckily nitrate, sulfur, and charcoal can take off skin, too."

"Take it outside! I'm serious!"

"Okay, okay." He rounded up the powder and swept it off the table into a mixing bowl. "It wasn't going to be for you," he grumped, as he limped to the back porch door. She lingered in the doorway, watching him dump the powder.

"Whose face were you going to be melting tonight?"

"The Colonel's. You know, after someone pointed him out to me."

Kayla stepped outside, walking closer to him. "Why are you so unhappy anyway?"

"Why aren't you miserable? What's so great about Canada?"

Kayla looked out at the beautiful view surrounding them from atop their mountainous cabin. "Are you kidding?"

House looked out at the vast panorama of a civilization unfamiliar to him, sparkling in the light of the rising sun. "I guess it's nice."

She faced him, crossing her arms and grinning up at him. "I know a place you'll enjoy."

"Unless it has Vicodin or a naked woman, you're wasting your time."

"Trust me," she said simply.

He looked into her eyes and begrudgingly returned her smile. "Okay. Just so you know, you only get one more of those."

Kayla was still smiling as she stepped into the cabin.

Getting out of the vehicle, House found himself on an amazing beach, on a gorgeous day. And he felt nothing. Nothing positive, anyway. He only felt bruised inside.

Kayla looked from one grumpy man to the next, and sighed in dissatisfaction. If they couldn't enjoy it, hopefully they would at least let her enjoy it. She carried the blanket down to the water and lay it out; and coming up behind her, House said, "So let's see it."

"See what?"

"Your bathing suit. Ow!" he added, as Logan slapped the back of his head.

Blushing severely, Kayla quietly accepted her drink and looked apologetically at her boyfriend, towering over them both.

"Are either of you going to join me?"

Logan raised his eyes to House and quickly looked away. "Please, please, keep your shirt on."

House glowered as he sat down on the blanket. "I thought you were supposed to respect your elders."

Logan scoffed, smiling at the sparkling water. He actually thought he was his elder; that was rich! Logan hadn't encountered someone who assumed he was young, in a long time.

Kayla's smile said they shared the thought. But all she said to House was, "This is nice, right?"

But all she got was a half-hearted shrug. "I guess."

Logan dropped the picnic basket down and walked away, and Kayla sighed in disappointment. Opening the basket, she began to sort the food.

"That was rude," House muttered. "I thought he wanted to get away."

"With me, Greg." Her smile took the sting out of her words.

"Like he said. You invited me. Day we met, I just wanted to keep going." He started getting back to his feet. "I, uh, I won't be back," he chuckled, and followed Logan to the shore.

Logan greeted him with an exasperated, "Jesus, you know I left to get away from you."

"You left her to get away from me," House responded, and observed Logan's guilt. "I just have one favor to ask. You got your car. I need my motorcycle back. Assuming you didn't wreck it. Get it down for me, and you'll never see me again."

Before Logan could reply, a beeping fragmented the men's attention. They looked over as a little blonde girl in a one-piece came walking clumsily to the water. Holding a metal detector.

"Shit," Logan whispered, closing his eyes.

And the little girl pointed her metal detector in their direction, approaching when the beeps intensified. Pointing it near his feet, the little girl looked up at him in confusion.

Logan opened his eyes and looked into her innocent face. "Uh, I...ate a Jeep to get outta the army."

"No you didn't!"

Logan lifted up his dog tags. "Sure did. Now get outta here."

With a lengthy groan, the little girl turned and stumbled away. Clenching his jaw, Logan turned and looked into House's puzzled eyes.

As House's phone began to ring, he retrieved his phone without looking away from Logan's hostile face. "Yeah."

"The good news is, I got you a ride."

"What's the bad news?"

Foreman hesitated only slightly. "It's Chase."

Flummoxed by what had just happened, all House could say was, "Thank you."

Then he hung up and stared down at the phone in his hand. "Funny," he finally said. "You don't look like Jamie Farr."

As House limped back to the blanket to update Kayla, Logan felt his proud stature suddenly droop.