Finally, the 18 saa 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!" alisema Cuddy as she gave him a little hug.

"Hi," Wislon alisema back, "how was Singapore?"

"Long story," alisema House, "we'll tell wewe 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 see the look on his face when he tells him boss was in an epidemic.

At the baggage claim, Wilson suddenly got a startled look on his face.
"Cuddy... you-you look like CRAP!" he blurted.

Cuddy chuckled. "Thanks, Wilson. I upendo hearing that." she alisema sarcastically.

"Sorry!" Wilson squeaked.

"Oh, It's fine," Cuddy said, taking her and House's bags, "don't worry about it."

Unlike the walk to the baggage claim, the walk to she car felt like only sekunde had passed.

"Now that we're in the car," alisema Wilson, "how was Singapore?"