Jul 04, 2008 02:27
House's last session had ended (once again) before he'd been able to pick up any information from his patient's possible anecdotes rather than his mannerisms and ridiculous ears. Not that what patients had to say was particularly useful anyway unless they were on the verge of death and likely to tell the truth about having eaten Scandinavian mushrooms or something, but given the weird consistency in the symptoms of delusional misidentification syndrome here, he was starting to think there was something missing from the files that would explain all of this.
Something fishy was going on, that was for sure. House seriously doubted that the nighttime here erupted into a mix of Jurassic Park and Hellraiser, but he was starting to believe that maybe Cuddy hadn't made the best choice in a business partner. Maybe Landel used the place to test new hallucinogenic designer drugs or maybe he was cutting costs with the really bad taco meat. Either way, the situation as a whole posed way more of a potential puzzle to House's mind than spending an hour reassuring Mary Jo Jane that she wasn't some doomed space goddess.
He'd have to talk to Wilson about this, and even if Wilson told him he was crazy and paranoid (which he would), it just meant House would get to gloat more when he proved himself right.
[ Yagami Light and Nathan Petrelli. ]
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