House pulls up near a waiting cab outside a women's prison in New Jersey. He shows the cabbie a wad of cash and tells him to take the day off, before walking back to his car and unlatching a big briefcase. He checks his watch and looks at the prison gate. When it opens, Thirteen exits. She sees House - and not her expected cab - waiting for her, so she walks over. House hands her a martini that he's assembled in his mobile bar/briefcase, and she gratefully accepts.
They're driving away from the prison, and Thirteen is enjoying the open air. "So, what did you do?" House asks her. She's surprised. "You figured out I was in jail, but you don't know why?" She tells him it was "excessive prescribing," a misdemeanor. But it turns out he knows a little more than he was saying. "I know that you pled down to excessive prescribing. My question was: What did you do?" She just looks out the window.
"Thirty-six year-old non-smoking junior high science teacher started coughing blood in the middle of home room." Masters presents Foreman, Chase, and Taub with a case, but they're more interested in a text they just received. "House says he's going to be out for the next three days," he says. The three men bolt for the door, but Masters says, "He also said to call him if we find a case . . ." So what about the teacher? "Could be a case, could be nothing," Chase says, as he puts his coat on. "Sadly, we'll just never know." "He's coughing blood!" Masters says. "A lot of people are," Foreman tells her. "Right now I have to get to Vernon while there's still enough powder to ski on."
Suddenly a disembodied - yet familiar - voice sounds out from Masters' cell phone. "This is where a lesser man would make a 'black guy skiing' joke." Looks like they'll all be staying.
From his cell phone in the car, House tells the team to hurry up the differential. "I'm driving. I don't want to end up in *jail* like . . ." and he looks at Thirteen, who clearly isn't ready to tell the team about her stay in the big house. ". . . a person should, who used their phone illegally while driving."
Masters tells them about the teacher. In addition to the hemoptysis, he's got headaches, chills, and chest pain. Foreman wants to know where House is. "On my way to the Greater Schenectady Chili Cook-Off and Spud Gun Competition," he tells them. Taub thinks that's a strange place for a honeymoon, which catches Thirteen off-guard. Honeymoon? But House says Dominika went to Atlantic City with her boyfriend, so that surely cleared things up for Thirteen.
Continuing the DDx, Masters says the ER ruled out bronchitis, pneumonia, and lung cancer. Chase thinks he's got it figured out. "Diagnosis: boring. It's epistaxis. It's a nose bleed. Blood runs into his lungs, he coughs it back up. Flu explains the rest of the symptoms." That's good enough for everyone . . . except Masters. "Toxic exposure to ammonia or sulfites can traumatize the lungs, cause neuralgias or fevers. It fits better because of his radiating chest pain." They were almost out the door! But House agrees and tells the team to check the patient's house for toxins, and draw cultures for bacteria and fungi.
Still on their way to Schenectady, Thirteen begins to thank House for not spilling the beans, but he says he didn't do it for her. "Some puzzles are just too good to share." They come up to her exit off the freeway . . . which House drives right on past. She looks at him. "Chili?" "Hate chili," he says. "Love spud guns." Now Thirteen's really confused.
"Ever get nose bleeds?" Chase and Masters are in the patient, Brian's, room. Brian says he does. "Think that's where the blood came from?" Chase not only thinks it - he hopes it. Brian says the last time it happened was a few months ago when a volleyball hit him in the nose during a game he was coaching. Masters looks a little nervous, and Chase looks annoyed. "You coach volleyball in a gym? With showers? Clean showers?" Brian says they're not particularly clean. Chase thinks he's got a Serratia infection, from the dirty gym washroom. He wasn't coughing up blood at all, but red bacteria. "You're right - it was an interesting case," he tells Masters sarcastically, before ordering levaquin for the infection. But as he's walking away, Brian has a coughing fit, hacking into his hands. Chase turns around to see Brian's hands are red. "Think that might be blood," Masters tells Chase, pointedly.
"What is this about, House? As convincing as I find your deep devotion to vegetable trajectory." House tells Thirteen she's just jealous. "Your potato-related plans are more of the serving-up-fries variety." Because she did time, her license is suspended. "Which means your leave of absence is definitely indefinite." So why is she going back at all? "I only have to serve up fries until the medical board hearing." "I stand corrected," House says. "You obviously have a rich, full life waiting for you. I'll slow down the car, and you can roll out." Thirteen doesn't even have a change of clothes, but House has thought of that as well, as they pull into a shopping mall parking lot.
House is waiting for Thirteen outside the changing rooms in the women's clothing store. "OK, here's what I got. 1. You were in jail for six months. But you were gone about a year. Which means that when you left you hadn't been arrested. 2. You enjoy being known as a number. You don't want people to know the real you, because you think the real you is weak. You were running a bleeding heart medical consulting business for illegals, or some other sympathetic underclass."
Thirteen comes out to check herself in the mirror, and to deny House's suppositions. "This whole interrogation thing is getting annoying." And why does she have to go to the spud gun competition? Why not Wilson? "Wilson thinks it's stupid," House says. Thirteen thinks it's stupid, too.
Undeterred, House moves on. "Junior year of high school, you placed 4th in the West Virginia All-County Science Fair. Your project: clean combustion." "I also wore a training bra. Things have changed," she says. "Not that much," House says, under his breath. "I've been going to this contest for four years," he says. "For four years, I've come in second to a pissant named Harold Lamb." Thirteen is beginning to understand the seriousness of House's determination to win the competition. "OK," she says. "I can help you. But I'm going to need to make a personal stop along the way."
"You want to tell me where you were last night?" Foreman and Taub are at the patient's front door, trying to break in, and Foreman is annoyed that Taub skipped out on plans the night before. "I ran into a friend," Taub says. Foreman wonders why this "friend" never came up when Taub needed a place to stay. Taub says it's a woman he met at the hospital. "If it's Masters, just lie to me," Foreman tells him. Nope, it's a new nursing assistant, and he's got plans with her tomorrow night as well. Foreman doesn't know how Taub keeps scoring hot women. "Is it the cute, harmless vibe, the self-deprecating humor, or just straight up roofies?" Foreman is able to jimmy the lock - but there's something behind the door making it hard to push open. When they finally open it, they're stunned to find that Brian's house looks almost completely covered in garbage.
"No electric. No gas, either. It's cold in here." Taub and Foreman are poking gingerly around the mess. "The good thing is, I found a guy who makes you look like a good roommate," Foreman tells Taub. Taub wonders if Brian's hoarding itself is a symptom. "Maybe caused by brain injury or early onset Alzheimer's." But what's making him cough blood? "How does this guy live? Let alone make it to work every day and teach a bunch of kids," Foreman wonders. He doesn't even have running water, though he does have a refrigerator - hooked up to a neighbor's power supply. Taub almost immediately regrets opening the fridge door, though. "I might have to throw up," he says, peering into the rotting mess. "He'll want to keep that, too," Foreman says, as he shines a flashlight on some dying fruit. "Aspergillosis. Explains the coughing blood, and if he's formed small aspergillomas it would explain the headache and chest pain." That's good enough for Taub, who quickly heads for the car.
"You were writing bogus prescriptions for medical marijuana? Please say no, because you'd have to be an idiot to actually screw that up." House is still working on the puzzle of Thirteen's incarceration as she directs him to her personal stop. "No. I mean, I was, but I didn't get caught." House admits her game face is superb. "Also one of the best game bodies."
They pull up to a picked-fenced white stately house in a leafy suburb. House watches as Thirteen walks up to the door and knocks. A man answers: Thirteen immediately knees him in the groin. When he falls, she leans down to whisper something to him. Then she calmly walks back to the car. "I didn't know you were a Jehovah's Witness," House says, as she gets in. "Yeah, the weak lost faith when Christ didn't return in '75, but I still believe." She's not going to give House anything.
"You broke into my home?" Brian can't believe Taub and Foreman were in his house, though Taub helpfully points out that they didn't so much break into it as push into it. Foreman tells him about the "compost heap" in his refrigerator and the likely aspergillosis. "You do remarkably well for living . . . like you live," Taub tells him. Brian says he uses bottled water and flash lights. "It's like camping." Foreman mentions that they'll also need a psych consult. "I'm not a hoarder," Brian says. "I'm just a major slob." Taub's not buying it: "You save earwax."
"You know, I'm actually kind of hurt that you don't know what I did." Thirteen and House are eating at a restaurant. "I'm not worth bribing a court official or hacking into police records?" House says there's no fun in that. "You could have at least hired Cuddy's weird boyfriend," she says, jokingly. "Lucas?" House asks. "You don't know?" "What? Is he dead or something?" Thirteen asks.
He'll have to catch her up. "Actually, until a couple of weeks ago, I was Cuddy's weird boyfriend." Thirteen just laughs. She doesn't believe him at all. But she looks at him and she can see he's serious. She asks him if he's OK. "I'm fine. It's not a big deal," he says, looking away. He's revealed something very personal, so she decides to as well. "I killed a man."
"Psych eval gave us nothing," Masters tells the team. "So our patient is just an average Joe with a two-foot pile of used Q-tips?" Foreman asks. And he also doesn't have aspergillosis. "Pain's intensified and now he needs oxygen," Taub says. Chase points out that there could be any number of toxins in Brian's home, but Taub says exposure doesn't make sense anymore. "He's been here a full day. He'd be getting better, not worse."
Foreman has a thought: "Unless exposure was keeping him from getting worse. Gas was off at his place - how does he stay warm?" A portable gas heater, maybe? Which would emit carbon monoxide. "Which is a vasodilator. The low-grade exposure was actually improving his lung capacity. We bring him here, he gets worse." Taub immediately sees the upside: "If we're right, we don't need House and we still get two days off." The bad news: someone has to go back to Brian's house and check. Chase is ready to rock-paper-scissors it, but Masters volunteers him, along with herself. "It's only fair," she says.
"You're awfully quiet," Thirteen says. She's taken over driving duties. "Sorry," House says. "That's just how I get when I'm around someone who's recently killed a man." Thirteen immediately starts to explain, but stops herself. "You know, I've had a pretty rough year. Do you think maybe we could give this whole thing a rest?" Not likely. "You killed a man! But you pled out to drugs. Hit and run, under the influence," House guesses. "Guy you kneed in the groin was your date, who dropped a dime on you." "I'm asking you to let it go," Thirteen pleads with him. "Yeah, and I really wish I was the kind of person who could do that," House says.
Foreman finds Taub's new "friend" at the hospital. "Ruby, right?" he asks the pretty redhead. "How are you liking PPTH?" "It's great," Ruby says. "Everyone's so friendly." "Especially, um, Dr. Taub?" Foreman asks. "Don't worry, I'm not going to bust your chops. I just want to know one thing: how did he get you to go out with him?" She looks worried. "Why? Is there something . . ." Foreman cuts her off. "No, no, he's great. You know, I'm just asking because . . . well, he's, um, you know what? Never mind. It's none of my business. You guys have fun tonight." Foreman starts to walk away. "I'm not seeing him tonight," Ruby says. "We had plans but he canceled."
House and Thirteen are at a rest stop, where Thirteen is practicing with the spud gun. "This thing's got no fuel valve," she tells House. "It means you can't regulate the input. What is this - a barbecue lighter? Your gun sucks." Looks like House picked the right person.
"We should treat this like an archaeological dig!" Masters says, way too excitedly, as she and Chase try to maneuver in the disaster of Brian's house. Chase doesn't find it nearly as fascinating - other than the fact that she finds it fascinating. "This guy kept everything he ever came into contact with. And interactive live history," she tells him.
But Chase only sees a pile of trash. He checks the readings: there's no carbon monoxide. "There goes Foreman's exposure hypothesis, and my plan to get out of here quickly." Masters is starting to think maybe they need to look into why Brian is like he is. Chase finds some feces, which he guesses is from a raccoon. "If you're thinking Q fever," Masters says, "it fits." So why is she still looking around? They only found one thing, and even though it fits it doesn't mean . . . suddenly she's startled by what she sees on the ground. Two human feet out from underneath a blue tarp. She calls Chase over, and he pulls up the tarp. It's an emaciated, but alive, woman, filthy, bruised and wearing nothing but a man's shirt.
"You missed something at his place," Chase tells Taub, in Brian's hospital room, as he wheels in the woman. "His wife." "Nina, I'm so sorry," Brian tells her. "I didn't know where you were," she says. Chase tells them both the team suspects they have Q fever, and they'll be started on doxycycline. Taub doesn't understand why Brian didn't tell them he was married. "The fewer people who know about her, the easier it is," Brian says. Nina just wants to know when she can get back. Nina's the hoarder, not Brian.
"How do they not have half-inch drill bits?" Thirteen and House are at a home supply store, looking for parts for a new spud gun. House warns her that his annoying competitor, Harold, will probably try and hit on her. "Everything I have, he wants." Thirteen is all business: "How is this thing judged?" It's hang time, distance, and accuracy. Still trying to solve Thirteen's mystery, House guesses: "You met a guy in a club, you brought him home, he OD'd. So the guy now writhing on his front porch was the dealer who sold you the faulty goods." "Categories weighted the same?" she asks. Yep. She has a plan. "Screw accuracy. We're going to double distance and hang time. Beat Harold on points."
Chase catches Foreman in the doctors' locker room going through Taub's phone. Foreman tells him about Taub and the new nursing assistant. He wants to find out why he canceled with Ruby. He finds a text from "RT92" - who Taub is scheduled to meet tonight at eight. "Which is usually when I go to the gym," Foreman says. "Guess you'll be missing spin class," Chase says. Foreman hears Taub coming from the showers and quickly puts his phone back in the locker.
"OK, contestants. The field is now open for practice. You've got one hour. Have fun." Thirteen and House are at the competition site. Thirteen is confident they can crush Harold . . . until they see Harold arrive. He's a teenager, with a massive gun, much larger than theirs and probably larger than Harold himself. Harold shoots a practice spud for them to see, and it sails out of sight. "Damn," Thirteen says, impressed. House tells her to be cool, and he walks over to talk to his nemesis.
"House. You look good. I like that jacket on you."
"Thanks. You've filled out a little."
"Who's the babe?"
"She's the boot in your ass. Perhaps you've heard of famed Russian physicist Olga Petrovich."
"Olga Petrovich is 72 years old."
"And her grand-daughter works in a little place called JPL."
"I did an internship there last summer."
". . . She killed a man."
And just then the gun Thirteen is holding accidentally goes off, sending her flying to the ground. "I'm guessing she didn't do it with a spud gun," Harold says. Thirteen says it's just a bad combustion valve, but Harold still doesn't look too worried.
Foreman arrives home to spy on Taub and gets an eyeful. Taub and a woman making out on his sofa. "Hey," Taub says. "You, uh, remember my wife?" Rachel appears and says hi to Foreman. "Hey . . . RT92."
"Hope you like rhubarb. Thirteen comes into the hotel room with four boxes of pies. "We're celebrating. I'm going rogue. We rip out the combustion valve, replace it with discs, and use enough pressure to blow out at maximum velocity." "Turning the spud into Sputnik," House realizes. But where are they going to get the discs? That's what the pie tins are for. They sit down to eat the pies.
"So, what did you do?" House asks her. No more guessing games. But she's not talking. He offers to make some phone calls on her behalf to try and speed up her medical board hearing. "In the meantime," House says, "no one can stop me from hiring an assistant." Thirteen thinks about it. "You were right this morning," she says. "Met a guy at a coffee shop. We went back to my place, and he OD'd. We both acted like idiots, and I ended up doing time. Guess he did more."
"She wasn't always this way," Brian says of Nina. "When we first moved into the house we'd have people over all the time. Then she started collecting things. I figured it was a hobby. Piles turned into art projects. And art projects turned into what you saw." Masters asked why he stays. "To everyone else the world is full of junk. Meaningless, ugly, broken things. But to Nina, every shape, every color, texture, smell, they all tell a story. They're all worth treasuring. I wouldn't wish what she has on anyone, but every now and then I get a glimpse of what she sees, and it helps."
Masters says that his lungs are clearing up nicely, and his respiratory rates are normal. "Looks like you're going to be fine." Just then, alarms sound from Nina's bed. Masters rushes over. "Something's wrong with her heart."
House is in his bed late at night in the hotel room, but he can hear Thirteen crying by the window.
The next morning, House continues the DDx via cell phone. "The husband is fine. The wife is worse. She had a heart attack," Taub tells him. Masters says that the attack could be from a complication. "Q fever would cause congestive heart failure. Not myocardial infarction," Taub says. But Chase is skeptical: she had Q fever and a separate condition that caused a heart attack?
"And the hoarding," House says. "Now that the wife is the only patient, hoard is back on the board." Chase still thinks it's more likely that they were wrong about the Q fever, and not some coincidence. House tells him it isn't really a coincidence: "Diagnosis X caused the hoarding, which caused the Q fever when raccoons came to spend Spring Break at her house. Now all we have to do is solve for X." Taub reminds Foreman that he brought up the possibility of hoarding as a symptom the first time they went to Brian's house. Taub wants to do an MRI. But neither of his earlier suggestions - brain injury or early onset Alzheimer's - would explain the infarction.
Foreman has an idea: "Hydrogen sulfide. It's given off by eggs and rotting food. Long-term exposure could cause the pulmonary issues, headaches." And the heart attack, too. "Hydrogen sulfide is also a vasodilator," Chase says. "Which my crack team never tested the place for," House says. "Of course, half my crack team never tested the place for people." Masters wants to go back and check it out, but Chase thinks it'd be safer to assume they're right and start treatment. House has the final say: "Go with God . . . and some air freshener." Foreman suddenly doesn't think Taub's idea is so bad. "I'm going to stay here and help him with the MRI."
"Shine up your spuds, folks. We're going to start shooting for hang time in just a few minutes." At the competition, House and Thirteen are preparing. "Wind's coming from the south-east. We're going to have to aim five degrees to the left," House says, adjusting the spud gun. "We're going to break 14 seconds, I can feel it," Thirteen tells him. "When I was ten or eleven my dad used to take us to this county fair . . ."
House looks confused. "Who's 'us'?" he asks. Thirteen thinks for a minute. "My mom and me." House knows she's lying. "Your mom, who had advanced stage Huntington's. You have a sibling that you've never mentioned. Why'd you slip up now?" Thirteen tries to throw House off the scent. "Not everything means something."
"You don't wake up in the middle of the night to cry over a dead stranger. You don't confess to killing a man and then hide the details, unless the details reveal more about you than the crime itself," House guesses. "You pled down to drugs, you've got a horrible genetic disease and a sibling who's suddenly on your mind." Thirteen turns to face him, with tears in her eyes. "You euthanized your brother, and that guy back at the house was the doctor who wouldn't help you cover it up."
"The guy back at the house was my cell mate's boyfriend; he cheated on her when she was inside," she says.
"But I was right about everything else," House says.
"Congratulations," she tells him.
Taub and Foreman are performing Nina's MRI. Taub thinks Foreman is mad at him. "Actually, I'm impressed," Foreman says. "Messing around on a 22-year-old hottie with your wife on my sofa. You're a full-throttle head case." Taub tells him he should be grateful - Rachel wanted to have sex in Foreman's bed. "You've got the memory foam top." "Let's make this really simple: if I own it, I don't want you doing 'it' on it," Foreman says. "You might want to get rid of your kitchen table," Taub says. Foreman says Taub is messing with her both physically emotionally. "I still care about her," Taub says. "Not enough to let her move on with her life," Foreman says. And on the subject of Taub's bad ideas: the MRI is clean.
"I think House is wrong," Masters says to Chase, in Brian's house. "I don't think this is chemistry. The time frame doesn't fit." Chase wonders why she couldn't have brought this up sooner. She continues: "There has to be some kind of inciting psychological incident." Chase thinks this case is perfect for her. "You get all the human interaction you crave without any actual human interaction." She's too busy checking out old yearbooks to pay attention to him. Nina was a cheerleader. "Popular, beautiful, gregarious." Meanwhile, Chase hasn't found any dangerous levels of hydrogen sulfide. Masters is still engrossed in Nina's old yearbooks, so Chase leaves.
"He couldn't do it himself." Thirteen and House take a break from the competition and walk to a nearby wooded area. "He was . . . the disease had progressed too far. He was flailing. He didn't have any control over his own body. He pretty much lost control of his mind, too, but every once in a while he would have a few seconds of lucidity. He turned to me and he said: It's time. I hooked up the IV. I used gloves - I knew they'd get me on the drugs, but they couldn't prove who pushed the plunger. I put in the needle, and he just got quiet. And it was over. And I was alone. And one day I will be that sick, and there will be no one there when it's time."
She's fighting back tears, but she's surprised that House has been so silent. "I didn't expect compassion from you," she says. "I would have taken commiseration. Hell, I would have taken revulsion! Any emotional engagement at all." But he still says nothing. "It's no wonder Cuddy broke up with you." House just turns and walks back to the competition area.
"Dumped in a field in Schenectady. Ouch." Harold sees House, now by himself, preparing to shoot his spud gun. "You mind if I make a move? I know she's out of my league, but she's at a spud gun competition with a soon-to-be five-time runner-up, so she's probably got some self-esteem issues." House turns the gun on Harold. "You wouldn't . . ." Harold says.
This time it's Thirteen picking House up from jail, or at least from a New York State Police station. "So?" she asks. "Warning," he tells her. She can't believe it. "They gave you a warning? You shot a guy with a spud gun." "Turns out our friend Harold felt up the sheriff's daughter last night at the potato-mash mixer, so the sheriff's feeling kind of ambivalent," House tells Thirteen. "You always get your way, don't you?" she says. "Not always," he says. "Today would have been our one-year anniversary. Which is an incredibly arbitrary thing to celebrate."
"If you want to get to the bottom of something, you literally have to dig down to the bottom." Masters carries in a box covered with a sheet into Nina's room. "So, stratigraphically, the oldest stuff I found was in the bedroom. And the oldest stuff in the bedroom was in the closet. And at the bottom of the closet . . ." She pulls out a baby's onesie from the box. "Tell me about this."
"We have a new symptom. Infertility. They wanted kids but couldn't have them. She started collecting things to fill the void." Masters is filling House in via cell phone while he and Thirteen drive back. "She probably had preexisting low-grade OCD or addictive behaviors. We should run a full hormone blood panel." House isn't convinced. "Hey, Harriet the Spy, before you get too full of yourself, you might want to go back to Bio 101. It takes two to not tango." Taub says maybe it's the husband.
Thirteen is trying to get House to see another possibility - without making any noise to let the team know she's there. "So, either it's a new symptom that will help us save her life," House says, "or it's a complete waste of time." Thirteen tries again to get him to see another choice. "Figure out which is fried, the bacon or the eggs," House says, and the team gets up to leave. Thirteen can't help herself anymore: "There's another option." The team hears the voice.
"House, who's that?" Foreman asks. House says it's the radio. "It sounded a lot like Thirteen," Foreman says. "It's a Thirteen tribute band, with their new song: I've Got a Better Theory Than Masters." Thirteen continues: "She said they never had kids . . ." "Oh my God," Taub interrupts. "Where the hell have you been?"
House tells them they have more important things to worry about. "No, we don't," Chase says. "She's been missing for a year." They can ask her all the questions they want when she comes to work on Monday. "Monday?" Masters asks. "This Monday?" "Can I talk?" Thirteen asks. "She said they never had kids, and you all jumped to infertility. You never considered the other option."
"We think you have Ehlers-Danlos syndrome." Masters pulls up a chair next to Nina's bed. "It would explain the symptoms. It also causes miscarriages. Is that something you think you might have?" Brian is confused, and turns to Nina. "Were you pregnant?" She starts to cry. "Three times." Masters says that the miscarriages triggered the hoarding, and the hoarding made her sick.
"Can you cure her?" Brian asks. "We can treat the physical symptoms as they arise, make her life a lot better. But the hoarding . . . we're the wrong kind of doctors." Brian can't believe Nina lied to him for nine years. "I was so afraid of losing you," she says. "What have I ever done to make you afraid of that?" he asks her. She just cries and shakes her head. "I need to get some air," he says, and gets up to leave.
"I've been selfish. I need to let you move on." Taub has taken what Foreman said to heart, and he's talking to Rachel about it. "I think we should stop seeing each other." "No," Rachel tells him. "The last time you got all noble on me we ended up dividing our dishes. This time, I want to make the decision." "You don't feel weird about this?" Taub asks. She says she does. "It's confusing, and messy, and dirty. Dumb. But we spent our whole lives trying to do everything right and it sucked. This, whatever it is, it's fun." "So, I'm not taking advantage of you?" he asks. "The fun is fading," she tells him, and they start to kiss. "You know, there's something seriously wrong with us," Taub says. "I know," Rachel says.
Brian comes back later to Nina's room. He takes her hand and they both struggle to smile at each other.
"You're home. You owe me $87 for gas." House is dropping Thirteen off at her old apartment. But she doesn't get out. She just looks out the window. "I'll kill you," House says. "When the time comes, if you want me to. I can do it now, if you like. I think I've got a baseball bat in the back." Thirteen tries to hold back tears. "I'll see you Monday."