Bored to tears, Camilla had gone rummaging in the gift shop to find a game to play. She'd played so much solitaire she was beginning to develop an irrational dislike of some of the face cards. It was there that Mr. Wednesday found her again ( Read more... )

Kaylee Frye was sat perched on a barstool in the hotel kitchen, eating strawberry ice cream straight out of the container. And for once, she wasn't too worried.

To think, she'd been despairing about being unable to fix any of the stuff in the restaurant when all along they'd had this bigger, better and shinier kitchen right over their heads. The ( Read more... )

The restaurant had seen its last days. Or that was what Cuddy had heard in passing. It didn't take a lot of time for word of mouth to make its way around this place, around this tightly knit circle of people, and she'd come to rely on it a bit more than she wanted to admit. Maybe it reminded her of the hospital's interior communication, or maybe it ( Read more... )

The flight attendant’s laugh echoed down the narrow corridor, and while House’s words were inaudible it was easy enough to imagine what might have been said. Some vaguely inappropriate joke tinged with a laugh, leaving the promise of more to come. And with House, promises were never set in stone. They were always scratched out in ink, appearing to ( Read more... )