Two young boys are excitedly preparing to launch a remote-controlled rocket in the park. "Safety's disengaged. You're go for launch in five, four, three, two, one," says one of them, flipping the switch while the other boy films with a handy-cam. The rocket soars high into the blue sky, the stages fall away, the capsule jettisons, and the boys watch as the parachutes open. But the last stage explodes, sending burning debris into nearby trees. They race toward the flames in the woods.
"My father's gonna kill me!" says the boy who controlled the rocket, as he tries to put the flames out with his jacket as the other boy continues to film. Suddenly the filmmaker sees something unexpected: a body near a tree trunk - it's on fire! And it's not moving. "Oh man, is that guy dead?"
Their question is answered when the disheveled, unshaven man starts to scream. One of the boys puts out the man's flaming arm, but when he gets a close look at his seared flesh, all he says is, "It smells like licorice" and promptly passes out.
"Think House'll come in today?" Masters asks, checking her watch, while she and the rest of the team wait in House's office. "He already jumped off of a hotel balcony - who knows what he'll do next."
House answers her question by cruising into the office on a motorized scooter with a beautiful, exoticÂ lady in tow. "First person to offer me an interesting case gets to ride her," he says, as he circles them. "Single, or double-team."
The team stares at him and the woman. "My scooter," he clarifies. "Which, now said out loud, seems even more inappropriate." Rather than dwell on House's "prostitute chariot," as Chase calls it, they present the man from the park. "Twenty-three year old homeless man, brought into the ER with burn injuries ..." Masters begins, but House isn't terribly interested until she gets to the part where the man thinks his burnt skin smells like licorice. "And the ER antiseptics, like blueberry muffins," she says.
House tells Taub and Chase to search the park, and he wants Masters and Foreman to start him on prednisone and give him an odor identification test. "And find out what else he's lying about," House says, as he reviews the case file, "Since I'm assuming Ferris Bueller isn't his real name."
Masters looks confused as she takes the file from him. "Why?" she asks, innocently. No one can believe it - does she really not know? "Seriously, who is that?" she asks again. "They say he's a righteous dude," Taub tells her. She'll be left to wonder about that as the team gets up from the table.
But House has just one more thing to add: "Before I forget, I want you to meet Dominika. She's about to become a permanent member of Team House." "Nice to be meetings you all!" Dominika says brightly in carefully prepared, semi-broken English. What will she be doing exactly, Chase wonders? "Me," House says. "We're getting married on Friday." And the two of them scoot on out into the hallway.
When Masters and Foreman get to "Ferris'" room, he's busy gobbling down peas and Brussels sprouts off his hospital food tray. He says his arm still hurts, but he seems more concerned that he'll have to check out of the hospital. "Not until we figure out why your sense of smell is off," Masters says. He seems perfectly friendly when he tells them that it started a few months ago, but his mood changes when Foreman says they'll need his full name to retrieve any medical records.
"I didn't ask to come here," he says. "OK? I'm not paying for any of this." Foreman tells him not to worry. "I don't think the collection agency has an office in the park." The man looks Foreman over and slowly leans back in his bed. "I don't have a medical history. I've always been healthy."
But Foreman and Masters can see long scars and burn marks on the man's upper chest. When they ask him to lean forward, it's clear that they're on his back as well. "My dad," the man says, reluctantly. "We didn't exactly get along when I was a kid." Masters asks how many times he was hospitalized. "Never. He was good at it. Made sure he never did anything that couldn't be covered up by a sweatshirt."
House is riding up and down the halls, passing out wedding invites, when he reaches Cuddy. "You can't ride that thing in here," she says, annoyed. "Speaking of things," House says, rifling through his cards, "I'm having one on Friday. If you want to drop by, we'd love to have you. No pressure." But she wants him off the scooter, now. He pulls out a handicapped placard. "Perhaps you're not familiar with New Jersey handicap ordinances," as he places it on the front of the scooter.
She is, though. Cuddy pulls out a copy of the law. "They apply to wheelchairs and powered scooters, only. Not toys." Does she have any idea how much that "toy" cost? She doesn't care. And she doesn't care that his leg has been hurting a lot this week, either. "Fine, I'll return it," he says, gingerly stepping off the scooter. "Do I have to walk it out of here?" Cuddy relents, and says she'll make an exception for his leg. "But next time, check with me first." House slowly scoots away from her.
House is getting a massage from Dominika in his office when Wilson arrives. "Congratulations on your engagement," he says, though it sounds more like an accusation. House dismisses Dominika from the room before Wilson lays into him. "You're trying to get back at Cuddy," Wilson says.
"Yeah, it's the classic 'You dumped me so I'm going to get married a week later' ruse," House tells him. "Because, not only is she that stupid, apparently I'm that stupid." So he's just openly mocking marriage - trying to prove it means nothing? "It doesn't," House says. "But you proved that yourself years ago." Wilson doesn't have time to guess anymore: "Why do you want us to think you're getting married?"
"Only one theory left: I am," House says. "Dominika needs a green card." "So you're just doing some random stranger a favor?" Wilson asks. "It's illegal. People go to jail for that. Pay huge fines."
"Have you seen me practice medicine?" House asks. "Do you know how much it costs to have a live-in maid, personal assistant, cook, massage therapist, whore? I do. She's willing to work four days a week for free. It's going to save me about $33,000." House hands Wilson a brochure. "All I have to do is say two stupid words: I do." "And if she doesn't see it this way? Wilson asks. But he's got an iron-clad prenuptial agreement. Wilson stares at him. "Your stunned look, I take it, is your way of saying 'Brilliant idea, House.'"
By the time Foreman and Masters get back to the homeless man's room, he's clean-shaven and his hair is combed. "Wow," Masters says. "You look different." He jokes that maybe Foreman will be nicer to him now. "How was I not nice?" Foreman asks. Really? "The thing about collection agencies not bothering to come find me in the park?" But now it's time for the odor ID test. All he has to do is tell them what he smells each time they put something under his nose. He takes a whiff of the first vial. "I kind of like that one," he says.
"Peppermint?" he guesses, tentatively. Nope, it's bad body odor. "Well, you've got to admit - that one's kind of a good deal for me," he says.
Chase and Taub arrive with the man's backpack, found at the park - and all sorts of questions. Taub opens a tin full of needles and cotton swabs and shows them to the man. "What kind of drugs are you shooting up?" The patient claims that they're just vitamin supplements. "I've been trying to boost my immune system," he says. He can see their doubt. "All right, test me if you don't believe me."
But Taub has more news: the man's name is Danny Jennings. Upset that he's been found out, Danny tries to get up and leave, but he's overcome by stomach pain. There's blood on the sheets. "Gastrointestinal bleeding," Foreman says.
"Is anyone else disturbed by this?" Masters is uncomfortable that Dominika is massaging not just House's - but Foreman's - feet in the office. "What? She offered," Foreman says. Tests confirmed Danny's story about the needles: vitamin A and B12. House thinks that Danny likes vitamin H as well - but Danny's tox screen was negative for heroin or any other drugs. "His hair wasn't," House says. "I had it tested. Because, unlike Santa and the Easter Bunny, homeless non-mentally ill twenty-somethings without drug problems don't exist."
Danny was a heavy user sometime in the last five months. Foreman says if Danny has a history of snorting heroin, he could have caused the dysosmia himself. Which still leaves the GI bleed. "Vitamin injections could have caused that. Hypervitaminosis A syndrome," Chase says. Hmm, the symptoms aren't connected?
"House, you buying this?" Taub asks. "Not usually," he says. "But this guy's been sleeping in a bed of dog poop. I wouldn't be surprised if he's got six different symptoms for six different reasons." Masters argues that the bleed could be a GI obstruction, but House insists that the vitamin OD makes sense - and it's easier to treat. "Give him tocopherol and zinc supplements for the excess vitamin A. If we're right, he could go homeless tomorrow."
But Masters says if they're wrong, his intestines could get even more distressed while they ignore the potential GI obstruction. House turns to Dominika, who's now filing his nails. "See what happens when women don't have to serve men to stay in the country? They get all uppity." But he says she can X-ray Danny's abdomen if it'll make her feel all "equal."
"I need a favor." House glides into Cuddy's office on his scooter with some paperwork. "I need to add my fiancÃ©e's name to my health insurance a few days early. She wants to get a tooth capped for the big day."
Cuddy's not signing. "You're declaring yourself the sole arbiter of true love?" House asks. "It's fraud," Cuddy tells him. House brings in Dominika. "Tell her what I said," House tells her. "This is America," Dominika tells Cuddy. "The land of the free and the home of the braves!" And she's brought a gift: a big tin of almond kulich. "I make with own hands. It's delicious!" Dominika says.
"Almond kulich - now how do you say no to that?" House asks. "You realize if I do sign this, and you don't get legally married, you'll lose your insurance with our carrier," Cuddy tells House. But he says yes, so she signs the form for him.
Masters and Chase prep Danny for the X-ray. "Your blood test was clean, but your hair showed heroin use," Masters tells him. Danny sighs. "I've been clean over three months now." He OD'd and was pronounced clinically dead for several minutes. "But when I came back, I was ... it was like God gave me a second chance to do things right this time. I haven't touched heroin since." Danny thinks that he should dead, but he isn't. "It has to mean something. I mean, I must be here for a reason. Right?" Masters asks if he figured out the reason. "My goal is to become a doctor one day," Danny says. "I am smart. I mean, I got a scholarship for pre-med out of high school."
Before he can answer Chase's questions about what college he was going to attend and where he went to rehab, Masters has found something ominous on the X-ray.
"We found 13 masses spread across the wall of his colon," Masters tells House in the radiology room. Taub says the edges are too sharp and defined to be tumors. "I thought it might be parasites, but we didn't see any movement between X-ray exposures," Chase says. And there were no larvae or eggs in Danny's stool. "Which is kind of surprising for a homeless junkie in a park," House notes. Though Chase points out that Danny claims to be an ex-junkie, and Masters tells him Danny has big plans for his future.
"Once an addict, always an addict," House says, as he downs a handful of pills. Masters is disgusted: "Can you please not do that in front of me?" "Doubt it," he says. "You're the main reason I'm on this stuff." House thinks that Danny might have fungal masses hanging off the walls of his colon. "Start him on amphotericin B tonight, and in the morning run a scope up where the sun don't shine and see if you can find any truffles."
"I think we should boycott this wedding on principle." It's the next day, and Taub and Foreman are scoping Danny. But Foreman says that he has to go. "His fiancÃ©e did give me a foot massage. And he invited me to be in his wedding party." Oh, and Chase is in the wedding party, too. "What the hell?" Taub asks. "You just said you weren't even going," Foreman says. "I still have feelings," Taub tells him. But before they can continue, Foreman spots something on the screen.
"You were bleeding because you had 13 pieces of bone in your digestive tract." Foreman shows Danny a specimen of the bone fragment in his hospital room. "We think you have pica," Masters says. "A craving for non-food items that's caused by a chemical imbalance ..."
But Danny interrupts her. "I didn't crave them. I kind of ... volunteered to eat them. There's this great Italian restaurant I like to frequent. The cook is kind of a friend of mine. So he lets me take first pick of the left-overs. But," Danny continues, hesitantly, "he likes a little entertainment first." He says that the cook challenges him to eat various items. "Sometimes it's raw squid, or, you know, I have to chew on a chicken bone. But if I do it, then he hooks me up with real food. Not just the garbage."
"Great friend," Masters remarks. And Foreman says the fragments could have perforated his colon and killed him. Masters wants Danny to promise them he'll stop, but before he can, he starts experiencing tunnel vision. "I think there's something wrong with my eyes! It's like I'm looking at you guys from the bottom of a well."
"If we add tunnel vision to the dysosmia, subtract bone-induced abdominal bleeding ..." Masters begins, while House and Dominika play with remote control helicopters on the balcony overlooking the lobby. But wasn't the dysosmia from heroin use? "He says he never snorted, he just shot up." "And we believe the lying liar why?" Taub asks, as House's helicopter zooms by him and the rest of the team.
"If we combine the dysosmia with the tunnel vision, it fits the symptoms for Western equine encephalomyelitis," Taub says, as the helicopter buzzes near his head. But House says Danny doesn't have a fever, and House's toy shoots a plastic missile at Taub. "Negative reinforcement," House says. He then sets to embarrassing Cuddy with some perfectly timed helicopter shenanigans in front of hospital donors. "What about Foster Kennedy syndrome?" Chase asks. "He could have a meningioma or a plasmacytoma." If it's pressing on his olfactory nerves it could affect his sense of smell. "Now it's growing and pressing on his optic nerve." House orders an MRI to find it.
"My dad used to lock me in a closet, and it feels like I can't breathe." Danny is getting anxious in the MRI machine. "We need you to stay still," Taub scolds him. Chase tells Taub to give Danny a break. "You want him squirming around? We'll have to do it twice," Taub says. Chase just wants him to give Danny some respect. "He believes God gave him a second chance. That kind of belief can be powerful, if he holds on to it." Taub can't believe that coming from Chase. "Masters doesn't surprise me. He plays the fellow med student who dreams of being a doctor and reels her in, but you? Falling for his deep connection with God?"
Chase says Danny has hope. "After all he's been through, it kind of makes me root for him." Taub thinks they don't know anything about Danny, other than that he lies about himself. "The bit about his abusive father is probably all made up." The scars are probably from fights, he says. "I don't think I'm feeling very well," Danny tells them, from inside the machine. Soon he starts to vomit, but Taub is clearly more annoyed than concerned.
"He has two dark spots on the parietal cortex. They're not tumors. Maybe some kind of injury or inborn defect," Taub tells House and the team in the radiology room, while House and Dominika play ping pong against Foreman and Chase on the table. Masters reminds them that Danny had an incident where he was briefly clinically dead. "The dark spots could be brain damage from oxygen starvation."
It's not, House says. "I've seen MRI imagery in schizophrenics." But that wouldn't explain why his blood pressure skyrocketed and he vomited in the MRI. "Panic attack," Chase says, between swings. "He's claustrophobic. He was fine once we let him out." Foreman says the dysosmia and tunnel vision could be hallucinations. He was screened for mental illness in the emergency room when he was admitted, but House says the doctors missed it because he didn't have any major symptoms yet.
"So, we treat him and then what?" Masters asks. "He becomes just another homeless man wandering the streets. We have to help him!" House is unconcerned. "I'd love to but I've got four million other crazy people ahead of him on my to-do list. Along with milk."
"You two spent months trying to figure out how to date and not have it affect your working relationship." Wilson has come to House's office after hours to dispense some advice. "Now you need to do the same thing for not dating." But House doesn't think he needs to do that at all. "She's dying of guilt, feels horrible for dumping me. It's great. I mean, not the dumping part. But the part where she'll now let me do whatever I want." So his only goal is to take advantage of Cuddy and to make her feel bad? Not so - he has plenty of goals. For instance, a new flat screen TV for his office.
"You're a lot of things, House," Wilson says, "but you've never been a sadist. You're pummeling an opponent who isn't fighting back."
Taub meets Masters in the hall on the way to Danny's room. "I'll bet you 50 bucks his favorite sport is hockey," Taub says, smugly. How could he know that? "Just a hunch," he says, showing her a pen in the shape of a hockey stick. When they get to Danny's room and Danny complains of pain in his arm, Taub starts to make a note of it with his hockey stick pen. Sure enough, Danny spots it. "Hockey, eh?" Taub lies and says his nephew bought it for him. "I hate hockey," Danny says, while Masters tries to stifle a laugh.
She says if he does have schizophrenia, he'll need regular care. "I've found some shelters that have full-time medical staff." Suddenly Danny's arm is causing excruciating pain, but this time it's not his burned arm, it's the other one.
"Ahoy there, me hearties! Permission to come aboard!" House has gathered the team in the parking lot, where he's driven Colossus, a bright yellow-and-blue monster truck, right into his handicapped parking spot (and several others). He's got to lower a rope ladder from the window just so they can climb in, which they all do. Soon they're cruising in the deafening beast of a car, holding on for dear life (all except for Chase, who's loving it), while discussing the case. "Danny said his left arm felt like it was on fire last night but we assumed it was a schizophrenic delusion!" Masters shouts. "It's not!" House yells back. "He's on clozapine. He should be getting better, not worse." "It's peripheral polyneuropathy!" Taub shouts. But Chase says it sounds more like regional pain syndrome. It has to be a genetic disorder. "Would you slow down!" Foreman yells at House. "You're going to get us arrested!" "I wouldn't worry about it, we'll probably die first!" Taub tells him.
Foreman wants to run Danny's DNA. "He could have early onset of Parkinson's." "Or cortical-basal ganglionic degeneration, or Huntington's or any one of a dozen other genetic diseases," House says. Testing for all the possibilities could take weeks, though. "And I'm not canceling my honeymoon to treat this kid!" "It's a fake marriage but a real honeymoon?" Taub asks. "Most are," House says.
And since Danny might die before they even finish testing for everything, they'll need to cheat: "Since it's genetic, daddy or mommy's got it, too. They're either sick or dead," House says. Except Danny doesn't know where his mother is and he won't tell them where his father is. House slams on the brakes at red light in the lane beside what looks like a toy car compared to the behemoth House is driving. "He's a homeless ex-junkie. You telling me that you four geniuses can't outwit him? Green light!" And they're off.
"Cuddy got it for me." House is showing off his new flat screen television to Taub. But Taub has more interesting news: he found Danny's father. He lives about a half an hour away from the hospital. So why is he still talking instead of driving there? "Chase and Masters are already on their way." But Taub is still standing there awkwardly. "Why didn't you ask me to be part of your wedding?"
"You are genuinely upset at being mockingly snubbed by a mock wedding?" House asks. "Is it because I haven't been here as long as them, or is it that you really don't like me, or are you just screwing with ..." He's interrupted as a hand darts up from beneath House's desk ... followed by the rest of Dominika. Taub tries to gather himself. "I'll come back ... when she's finished," he says, backing away slowly. "She is," House says.
Dominika puts a screwdriver on the desk. "Oh my God - what did you think she was doing? She was just installing the cable. That's not a euphemism!" House yells as Taub leaves. But Dominika feels sorry for the "little one." "Isn't there something we can do?" she asks House.
Chase and Masters pull up to an upscale home in a leafy suburban neighborhood. When the middle-aged man answers the door, they tell him they're there because of his son, Danny. "We need to know if you, or perhaps his mother, have any family history of genetic disease," Chase says. The man seems confused. "Why? What difference would it make?" The doctors are taken aback. "You may not care about your son ..." Masters says. "Is that what Danny told you when he was in rehab - we didn't love him?" the father asks.
Chase tries to get them back on track. "We just want to know if there's any diagnosed genetic disease in your family." "We're trying to make your son better," Masters says. "Better?" The man is incredulous. "He died of a drug overdose. We buried him three months ago. What kind of doctors are you?"
House walks into Danny's room and immediately starts to feel his neck for a pulse. "Who're you?" Danny asks. "The important question is: who are you?" House asks. "Danny Jennings is dead. Which means that Danny Jennings has no pulse. You, on the other hand, do. Ergo you are not Danny Jennings. So why don't you cut the crap and tell me your real name." But he says no. "Hiding your identity. Well, either you're a criminal or a superhero," House says.
"Danny" says he's not a criminal. "Awesome!" House says. "What color is my underwear?" But he refuses to tell House his name. "No problem," House says. "I just need your father's name." Definitely not. "He's looking for me," he tells House. "He supposedly cleaned up and got sober, and now he wants to be a part of my life again. And I can't let that happen." His father already hired a private investigator once to find him. House says he's an adult - does he really think his father can still hurt him?
"You don't get it. If I ever see my dad again, I'll kill him. Even if it means living the rest of my life in jail, I'll kill him." He reaches across his tray for a cup of water, but he doesn't quite get there. "Try doing that again," House says. Again, he can't reach it. "What's happening to me?" he asks. "Well, luckily for you we don't need daddy to figure that one out," House says.
Masters is waiting for House when he leaves the room. "Did you find out his real name?" "Cerebellar ataxia," House says. "Guy whiffed twice trying to pick up a cup right in front of him. That, plus everything else." Mockingly conscious of her problem with his pill habit, he makes a show of turning around before popping some in his mouth. "Means that we've whittled our list of genetic diseases all the way down to one: early onset Parkinson's."
"He's gone too far. He's taking up six handicapped spaces with a monster truck!" Wilson has come to Cuddy's office to talk about House. "It's only four, and he's going to get rid of it after the wedding," she says. And apparently he's turned the hospital chapel into his own personal catering hall. "Who cares?" Cuddy says. "Other than a janitor sleeping off a bender, he's the first person to use it in two weeks."
Wilson tells her that appeasement is never the answer in the face of naked aggression. "It won't be long before his tanks are rolling down your ... Champs. " Cuddy says that she knows what House is up to. "You, on the other hand - why do you care? He isn't hurting anyone."
Wilson says that Cuddy's the first boss House has ever had who could handle him. "Before you, he was either fired or buried under a mountain of malpractice suits. He needs someone to say no. He needs someone he'll listen to when they say no. If you really care about House, you'll stop feeling sorry for him and get out there and start kicking him where he needs kicking."
Cuddy finds House in the chapel, which he's transformed into a wedding hall. "I changed my mind," she says. "You want the fish instead of the chicken?" House asks. "This room is for patients' families," she tells him. "Not for doctors trying to defraud the government." But where can they go? "We've got caterers staging everything downstairs as we speak. We've got floral arrangements, place settings ... other wedding-y stuff." Cuddy says that's not her problem. "I sent out the invitations - people are coming here!" That, also, is not Cuddy's problem.
"I'm dying, aren't I?" Masters is in the patient's room. "You should just let me die. The world's better off without me." He'll never be a doctor now. He doesn't think he'll ever be anything.
"It's normal," Masters says, trying to be reassuring. "People get depressed when they get bad news ... Because it's bad news. Obviously." She can sense she's not helping. "But once the meds kick in, you're going to feel different. Better." She tries to smile. But he tells her he didn't overdose by accident. "I was trying to kill myself. I've done things. Horrible things. I've hurt people. And when I didn't die, I thought God forgave me. But he just wanted me to suffer. And I deserve it."
He's crying now, and Masters sits on the bed. "You don't deserve it," she tells him. "I had a girlfriend in college," he says. "And I almost killed her. I just snapped. And if her roommate hadn't come home ... I'm evil. I'm just like my dad. We're both monsters that deserve to die." Suddenly he gets dizzy and passes out.
"His heart is dilated and failing," Masters tells the team in the hallway outside the patient's room. At this rate, he'll need a new one soon, but it's unlikely they'd be able to get him on the transplant list. "What are we missing?" House asks. Taub says they're missing everything. "We know nothing about this kid."
They do know that he's gotten worse since he was admitted. Why's he gone downhill so fast? "He was just a random burn victim. We get him - boom, he's got tunnel vision, peripheral polyneuropathy, cerebellar ataxia, and now cardiomyopathy. What's different here than, say, living in a filthy state park?" An allergic reaction? They treated him with Vicodin, clozapine, and an IV bag of levodopa, but his condition began deteriorating even before that.
Just then an orderly rolls a meal cart past. House stops him and grabs the patient's food history chart. "He's eating healthy, because he can. Most of the meals in here are vegetarian. Adult Refsum disease. Fits all the symptoms. His body can't process the phytanic acid in chlorophyll. It's his healthy diet of green vegetables that's killing him." They'll run him through a plasmapheresis treatment to remove the phytanic acid and confirm with gene testing. "OK! I gotta go get married."
The wedding march plays, as Taub walks down the aisle ... of House's apartment ... as the ring bearer. He's followed by Dominika in a lovely white gown. Cuddy and Wilson are there, with about 15 other people. House is flanked by Chase and Foreman. "They say true love doesn't exist anymore," Chase begins. "Maybe it never did ... So, without further ado, do you Dominika Petrova, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" "I do," Dominika says.
But it's too much for Cuddy to take, and she leaves the room. Chase continues: "Do you Gregory House, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" House watches Cuddy walk away. "Yep," he says. Cuddy is almost out of the living room when she hears Chase say: "Then, by the powers vested in me by the state of New Jersey, just for today, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride!" Everyone cheers.
Wilson follows Cuddy, who's sitting on House's bed. "It's OK," she tells him. "I'm just angry at myself. I promised myself I wouldn't let this get to me. It got to me." "Just say the word and we will climb out that window right now," Wilson tells her. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Wilson takes that as a sign that things are getting back to normal. "Yeah, normal," she says, ruefully.
"So, all I have to do is eat the right kinds of food and I'll be OK?" The patient is hooked up to the plasmapheresis machine when Masters comes to check on him. "It's pretty limiting, and it is for the rest of your life. But if you follow the diet and get checked up regularly, you should be fine," she tells him.
"Thank you, for not giving up on me," he says. She tells him he's not a bad person. "You made mistakes, but we all do. Maybe when you get out of here, you can go talk to someone. A professional."
"You know," he says. "I think God really does have a plan for me. And all this - it was just his way of testing my resolve. And I wouldn't have passed it without you." "See you around, Danny," Masters says. "That's not my real name," he tells her. She smiles at him. "It doesn't matter.
"I know this is not a real marriage, but I really like you." Dominika sits by House on the couch in his apartment following the festivities. "I like you, too," he says. They start to kiss ... but House stops it from going any further. "I can't," he says. "I never sleep with married women. I'm going to bed. You can take the couch."
When Masters walks in the hospital the next day, she's surprised to see the team - and the FBI - staring at Danny's empty room. "Danny disappeared without checking out," Foreman says. "So you called the FBI?" Masters asks. Agents are inspecting his room carefully. But no one called the FBI; they just showed up.
"Danny's DNA. When we sent it to the lab for testing, it sent off alarm bells all over the country," Chase says. "He's linked to 13 unsolved murders in ten different states," Foreman tells her. Chase says that he's a serial killer who eats his victims. "And we saved him," Taub says. Masters looks devastated.