The snow fell from the sky lightly, coating the ground in a soft white cover. As Wilson exists the hospital along with House, he quickly secures his scarf around his neck, and tucking it into his coat and buttoning it up. He watched as House takes another Vicodin pill and soon enough walks away and towards his car.

He's really not as excited for Christmas as always, for multiple reasons; his wife is probably not home, and he'll be alone, and that Christmas really isn't much more than a simple two days off work. Not much presents, and not really much to do.

he unlocks his car, sitting inside and closing the door behind himself. Before anything, he sighs,and soon before evern starting his car, someone knocks on his window. Strange.