My name is Rose, an intern at Plainsburro Hospital. One sunny morning, I decided to walk to work—just once. But I noticed him halfway there. A man. Always a few paces behind. I tried to shake him, but he kept coming. Even when I reached the hospital, he stayed close. I hurried through the halls, heart racing, trying to act normal. I turned into House’s office—he was there with Wilson, mid-argument. Before I could speak, the door creaked open behind me. The man. He’d followed me in. I looked really scared and nervous, which House and Wilson had noticed. House stood slowly, cane in hand, eyes narrowing. “You’re either lost… or about to be very sorry,” he said coldly standing up from his chair taking his cane and leaning on it.*