It was 3 am, when the high-pitched screeching was heard from the next wall. These are the repeated sounds of blows and subsequent whimpers.

After 5 minutes House realized he had to put an end to It. But as soon as the man leaned on his cane, there was a loud crash. The next moment, someone knocked on the door of House's apartment. When he opened the door, he saw a beaten teenager in front of him. After swallowing a handful of Vicodin, he said.

"It's a little late for cookies, isn't it?"