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2:00am - Evident signs

The clouds swept through the sky in vast patches of gray. The wind had picked up in increasing amounts of speed every hour. A storm was undoubtedly approaching.
With the whole team barely coherent, all of them falling asleep in the middle of the differential, House was feeling fairly frustrated. So he gave in, and let them all go accueil for the night.

"Go home. Rest up. Come back, ready to work your asses off."

They all dragged themselves off of the table, tableau and prepared to go home. They all made it out of there fairly quickly. House limped back into his inner office and began...