Finally, the 18 heure flight was over. As Cuddy stepped out of the plane,right beside House, who had gotten out of his wheelchair and gotten his cane back, they both saw Wilson, smiling and waving, ready to pick them up.
"Hey, Wilson!" a dit Cuddy as she gave him a little hug.
"Hi," Wislon a dit back, "how was Singapore?"
"Long story," a dit House, "we'll tell toi in the car."
"Okay then. Let's get to the baggage claim."
The walk there seemed longer than it should. House and Cuddy were looking for the right words to describe the flight back. Cuddy didn't want Wilson to worry, but House wanted to...
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