for house

Jack had found a new source of wood and now that he had a lathe, he was going through his stores quickly. With a chunk of hardwood in a pack on his back, Jack passed through a cloud of pot smoke and looked around to see where it was coming from. He spotted the orange bike first, then noticed House sitting near the bike, not far from the boardwalk.

"Hey," he said, raising his hand. He tried so hard, and yet he was sure this would be like any other chance meeting and they would part with House hating him just a little more.