Cameron was holding a dress up to herself when she saw Logan again. This time he had blood on him; not a lot, but her medicine-minded eyes quickly determined that, much like before, it wasn't his blood. Something was very strange about him. Something sinister. It took a lot of cajones to make House look like a saint. Her negative impression of the guy wasn't aided by the sight of Chase practically speed-walking to the doors, only to linger and make sure Logan was gone. Unfortunately Cameron wasn't the only one who noticed his brisk pace and suspicious behavior; he was soon approached by a concerned worker, who began addressing him. Chase shot her a particularly unfriendly look, prompting Cameron to hang the dress and begin navigating the maze of clothing racks to his side. As she neared, their voices began to emerge from the indistinct drone of other conversations.

"I'm not worried, sir," the employee was saying. "But you should be."

"What for?"

"If there is a problem, you haven't told me and that makes you a suspect."

"There isn't a problem."

"So you have told me, sir. But you are acting...oddly."

Chase looked outside to see that Logan had gone down the sidewalk a few paces to light up a cigar. One minute, two, he would be gone—ideally. He looked at the employee and gave an impulsive smile. "Uh, it's no problem. I just need some air."

"Then open the door, because I'm sure not doing it for you."

Chase's eyes were drawn to a passing family, the oldest of whom were staring at him in preconceived contempt. Growing nervous, he looked back at the employee. "I-I don't...want you to open it for me," he stammered. He opened the door and let himself out, keeping his back to Logan as he went to the benches. He sat down and tried to ignore the one person in the world who resembled the stuff of nightmares.

Thankfully Cameron came out soon enough, distracting him with her pretty smile. She clutched a large shopping bag. "Are you feeling better?"

Chase shook his head, but wouldn't speak. He didn't want Logan to hear his voice.

"Okay... I'm going to see where House is, and then I guess we can go." Overlooking the warning on his face, she touched his arm and walked past him, back to the doors with a cheerful, "'Bye, Logan."

Chase looked skyward, biting his lip as he heard the attentive silence before him. Well, there was no point now. He finally looked over his shoulder—and right into Logan's eyes.

Logan observed the shock in his eyes in the split second before he turned his head. He didn't have many people in his life, but he did know abhorrence when he saw it. And Chase had looked at him the same way Travis and Heather had when he had broken their sink. He smashed his cigar under his boot and approached him. "Somethin' on your mind?"

"No, nothing," Chase lied, but couldn't conceal a cringe as the stranger advanced.

Logan stopped in front of him with a small sigh. "You can't block it out."

Chase looked at him, wide-eyed, feeling a weight lift off of him. "You can tell?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, lying is a performance art. You're bombing, big-time."

"I don't...even know what it is. But I know it's a secret," he said hastily. "And I swear, I'm not gonna tell anyone."

"No, because you know what'll happen if you do."

"What—it's some kind of mafia?"

"Well, no, not...exactly like that. I'd rather not discuss this here. Or anywhere. Okay, things are getting a little personal."

"Are you an experiment?"

Logan stared at him for a moment, trying to read him—trying to determine if he was better or worse than Greg. Finally he said, "Let me tell you something. Unless you understand what it's like to murder another human being—"

"I do understand what it's like."

Logan was quiet then, as they just stared at each other.

"Who?" Logan finally asked.

"My patient. He was going to commit genocide. I figured one life was better than thousands. What about you? Who'd you kill?"

"Too many."

Chase sat up straight, lowering his hands. "Genocide?"

"No, one at a time," Logan assured him. "And nobody good."

"Are you good?"

Logan thought for a moment, then brushed it off. "Sometimes."

"Oh, yeah? I know a doctor who's sometimes good." Chase leaned forward, tapping his knuckles together as he tried to think of something to say that was better than, "Sucks, doesn't it?"

"Yeah."

The doors whooshed open, and Chase looked, hoping it was Cameron and House. Seeing strangers, he slouched back down, watching Logan's feet as they suddenly walked past him. Then Logan was sitting down beside him. For awhile all they could hear was the distant wail of sirens amid the flapping flag. Then, the ambulance that screamed down the road decelerated, swinging into the strip mall's parking lot.

"I swear, the ambulance is the slowest vehicle they ever produced," Logan grumbled, and felt the need to address the paramedics as they jumped out. "Hey! That thing comes with second gear, right?"

The female paramedic made a face at him as they unloaded the gurney. Chase gave Logan a sour look as well, and said, "I'm sure they're doing their best."

"Are you ever going to tell me why you came here in the first place?" Cameron asked, as they walked towards the exit.

"Good point! Maybe you should bribe me."

She was grinning up at House when the doors whooshed open, and the paramedics rushed through. They stopped where they were, giving them a wide berth; then Cameron proceeded towards the doors. But sensing she had lost House, she turned back and saw him still watching the paramedics, as they drew further and further away. In that moment, his sharp mind was only aware that he was in the presence of a friend. Not even their most recent conversation was his foremost thought; and Cameron came slowly closer as he started muttering in grief. "I'm never going to practice medicine again. Never even had a deal."

She frowned as his confession stopped prematurely, and felt compelled to ask, "Who?"

He jerked a little at the rather unexpected voice of his listener. "Nobody," he lied.

Her words were gentle. "All I know is that Wilson is gone. But I don't know why, and it hurts."

He turned with the intent of yelling at her. Instead, the round handle of his cane knocked into some dessert packages, which spilled to the floor between them. He sighed, staring into her big, soft eyes. Despite appearing to be staving off tears, she smiled at him. "I'll get it," she said, and knelt to retrieve the packages.

"Chase has a big mouth," he growled.

"So do you," she pointed out. "At least, until your pseudocide." She then arched her back to look at him. "Why do I get the feeling that it's related?"

"Because, it's...it's..." He fell silent, and she quietly stacked the packages, lifting them back up to the table. She knelt and continued collecting, and he finally sighed and concluded, "Because you're smart enough to impress me."

"You're damn right I'm smart," she muttered, and his eyebrows rose. "I'm smart enough to know my phone is missing, just like my fifty dollars. Of course even an idiot can find out she's been pickpocketed, or fudge some numbers to get a job."

"Well, you were already driving me home. Just seemed rude to ask."

She looked at him askance as she deposited the last of the packages back onto the table.

He sighed again. "An idiot might have found out that her phone was given back."

Cameron patted her pockets, then gave an exasperated sigh. He shrugged and said, "I don't know what you are."

She scoffed at him, then started smiling. He frowned at her. "What?"

"I'm really glad you're alive."

"Oh, brother," he muttered, and spun around, heading for the doors.

"What?" she repeated, hurrying after him.

The doors whooshed open and he limped up to the bench, addressing Chase. "Give her a hug or a spanking or something, would you? She's emotional."

Logan looked down, failing to suppress a smile.

"Thank you, for my daily dose of humiliation, House," Cameron said, and looked at Chase. "Just like old times."

Chase looked over at Logan. "Well, if you ever need a doctor, you know who to call."

"Thanks."

House stared at him as he got up. "Did you get Kayla's number, too? 'Cause I'll totally buy it off you."

"Yeah, long as you let me make a withdrawal first," Cameron grumbled, as Logan shook his head in annoyance. He watched the trio depart, thinking surely Greg was worse. His horrifying social skills got on his last fucking nerve...