It was a cold day in New Jersey. At Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital, everything seemed like business as usual. The hallways buzzed with quiet activity; patients being escorted by nurses, doctors moving between exam rooms, and the faint sound of distant monitors echoing through the corridors. Some surgeons were already deep into their procedures; others made their rounds, clipboards in hand.

As always, Chase, Cameron and Foreman were sitting on the table of House’s office as he stood before the white board, listing some stuff of a new case.