When House regained consciousness, he had the strangest sense of déjà vu. He knew without looking where he was; he could feel the bike against his leg. Except... Why weren't they moving?

With a groan, and a great ruckus, he scrambled off the side of his bike and onto the platform. As he sat on his knees and straightened his bloody laundry, he happened to look up into the truck and see that the interior was abandoned. His eyes passed over the unfamiliar land. On the driver's side was a ditch, which led to a forest. To the right was a long, lonely stretch of road. There were no street lamps nearby; only the moon was shining.

"Kayla?" House called, and when he got no response he grabbed his cane and scooted to the retainer. Closed, again. He put his hands atop the ledge and gave a half-sob of dread, then began fighting to get it open. It took so long that anything could have happened to her by the time he was successful. Scooting to the edge, he peered around the forest as he got to his feet.

Then he looked down. He wasn't a tracker, but he could have been.

The dandelions were smashed, there was a faint indent of knuckles in the dirt, and as he wandered into the woods he realized that one of them had begun slashing the trees with a knife to mark their path. Unless, of course, it had been someone else―but House preferred the more beneficial assumption.

"Kayla," he whispered fiercely. "Louie!"

His only response was the throaty call of an owl that echoed through the forest. Limping over a carpet of dead leaves, House loyally followed the slash marks to what appeared to be a long rock. Supposing he could sit for just a moment, he drew closer. And realized the rock was bleeding.

"Lou?" House asked, and lurched closer when he received no answer. He leaned on his good leg as he poked the hulking body.

And Logan's voice cried out from far away. "Kayla!"

Fearing that the darkness made her look bigger, House lurched closer.

And stopped cold.

The full-grown grizzly had been decapitated. Its mouth was open. Its tooth was missing. Its eyes still moved.

House limped further into the woods, eventually happening upon Logan. He leaned on a tree, alternating between breathing hard and snarling.

The rocks crunched under House's feet, and he saw Logan raise his head.

"Did you kill him?"

Bathed in blood, Logan turned around. "You'll have to be more specific."

House knew very well what he had been planning to do to Wilson. But still, he couldn't relate. The bear hadn't snatched his gun and committed suicide. So despite his intentions, no matter how hypocritical it made him; he was repulsed.

He turned quickly away from him and began walking. Knowing he couldn't outrun him. But for some stupid non-reason, it made him feel better to get away from the man's snarling breaths.

"Kayla!" House called. He needed a mediator, and fast.

What if he had killed her without even knowing it? Or worse―what if he did know it, and had only called her name to lure him here? Hating how afraid he had suddenly become, House turned to keep an eye on his ruthless killer.

The man had his back turned to him; he was walking away.

"Kayla," Logan echoed.

Finally her voice floated to them on the wind. "I'm over here."

Logan turned into the sound of her voice and walked away, content to abandon House completely. That comforted him even more, in a way he could understand. He found himself following Logan again, willingly. He found himself wanting to see her.

"Knowing I'll probably be ignored again," House greeted her, "What's the agenda?"

"I thought we'd keep going in broad daylight," Logan muttered, and attempted to approach his girlfriend. But, she shied away from him. "What's happening here?"

Kayla raised a brow and tilted her head. "I had to pee."

Logan moved away and went to the truck with a look of mild disgust.

"Sorry!" she exclaimed, "I had to pee!"

"I killed a bear because you had a full bladder?"

Their conversation was blocked out as they got into the truck. House returned to the uncomfortable confines of the bed and clicked the panel into place. As House scooted back, suddenly something soft hit him in the head.

"Sorry, Nancy," Logan muttered.

House put the pillow under his head and stared up at the sky, thinking of his friends back home until he fell asleep.