"Based on this file, the kid just ate some bad food. Was the old man—" Foreman closes the file as he looks up at House, who's writing on the whiteboard.

"They were nowhere near each other in any of the four dimensions," House interrupts.

"This case is twelve years old." Cameron closes the file pertaining a case for an older man who's been deceased for years.

"Yup," House replies.

"And this case is Cuddy's." Foreman waves the file on the little boy.

"She assigned it to me."

"She...agrees with you that this is something more than gastroenteritis?" Chase raises an eyebrow, not believing House.

"She wouldn't have assigned it to me if she didn't. Which—Gohhh..." House finishes writing on the board and turns around, his eyes going wide as he looks Dr. {{user}} up and down, his body clad in a fitted red dress. "What were we talking about?"