Farah walked towards the main-entrance when she heard the familiar “step-and-tap” behind her. She turned and just as she’d expected, it was House.

“I haven’t said that I allowed you to leave”, he said as he stopped in front of her. She thought she heard something that sounded like uncertainty in his voice and stared at him with her blue eyes.

“But Doctor Cuddy said…”

“I didn’t say that I didn’t agree with Cuddy”, House muttered. Farah relaxed and nodded.

“Was it anything in particular?” she asked. House sighed and looked around.

“I do not want you to quit, got it?” he said. Before she even opened her mouth to answer him, he quickly continued.

“I mean, if you… think about it… about quitting.”

She looked at him in surprise.

“Look, I haven’t… I’m just going to get through this and also help Terrence get through the toughest part… you know, I saw that there was something special behind that façade of yours from the first day here.”

She smiled and gave him a quick hug, to which he didn’t respond. Instead he shook his head.

“We need you on the team, that’s all”, he said and turned around. He walked away as quickly as possible, which surprised her. What was wrong with him?

“House?”

He hesitated for a moment, before he continued. Farah looked after him until he disappeared around a corner, before she walked out through the doors.

House didn’t walk up to his own office, but to Wilson’s. His friend gave him a suspicious look as House closed the door behind him.

“What now?” he asked. House sat down in the couch and leaned his forehead against the tip of his stick.

“A friend of mine has asked for advice concerning that he’s fallen for a girl that’s already together with someone”, he said.

“And this friend of you is in fact you”, Wilson said and put away his pen. House gave him an annoyed look.

“No, a friend of mine”, he said. “Mike… if you need to know his name.”

“Well, perhaps he should tell her?” Wilson suggested and leaned back in his chair. House sighed.

“Come on, you can’t just walk over to a woman who’s already with another man that you have a thing for her! Mike would hate me if I gave him that advice.”

“But what if this woman isn’t as happy as she seems to be with her current man?” Wilson suggested. “What if, by telling her, Mike would open her eyes and she would see that she really want to be with him instead.”

House rolled his eyes and rose.

“She is happy… according to Mike”, he said. “He would like to know how to get rid of the feeling.”

“Is this woman that Mike likes someone I know?” Wilson asked instead of answering the new question. House shook his head.

“No.”

“Well, I do not know how to help you… Mike, then”, Wilson said and rubbed his eyes. House gave him a sharp nod.

“Well, you haven’t exactly got the same problem, have you?” he said and walked out through the door. Wilson groaned and rose, walking after his friend.

“House, get it out – who is it?” he said. House continued to walk, focusing on a spot in front of him (which wasn’t exactly unusual).

“Nobody you know”, he answered. “You do not know Mike either, right?”

Wilson sighed and turned.

“Right. Night, House.”

The moment he closed the door behind him, the phone rang. He immediately grabbed it, assuming it was House who’d decided to tell him something more.

“Yes?”

“James?”

He gave a startled laugh when he heard Sandra’s voice.

“Oh, hi, I thought it was House”, he said. “Are you alright?”

“James, I… I’ve got a bit of a problem…”

He wrinkled his forehead when he realised how stressed she sounded.

“What kind of problem?” he asked.

“I haven’t got too much time”, she said. He heard her say something in another language that he didn’t know to someone else.

“I’m in trouble, I can’t go anywhere…”

Another mumble in the background.

“I need you to get this message to Farah; the greatest enemy is our own knowledge”, she said. He blinked.

“Okay?”

“James, I…”

There was a click and the connection was broken. He stared at the silent phone in his hand, before he dialled Farah’s number.

Farah was sitting in her apartment, waiting for Terrance to fall asleep. He’d been crying until he was exhausted and was lying on the bed, panting while drifting back and forth between sleep and awake. That was when her phone rang. She picked it up from her pocket and saw Wilson’s name on the display.

“Is this about House?” she asked.

“What is it with everyone today?” she heard Wilson exclaim. She blinked.

“What?”

Wilson sighed.

“House came and wanted to have some advice that he would give to a friend of his, about how to get rid of his feelings for a woman that’s already got someone”, he said. “He refuses to tell me who it is… anyway, I really called to give you a message from Sandra…”

“Wilson, House let me go earlier and I just thought…”

She fell silent when she realised what he’d said after his ramble about House.

“Why didn’t she call me directly instead?” she asked, fear creeping through her veins.

“I’m not sure, she said that she couldn’t talk for too long, that she hadn’t got too much time, and the line was dead before she managed to say goodbye”, Wilson answered. “But she wanted me to tell you that the greatest enemy is our own knowledge. She also said that she was in trouble.”

Farah rose.

“Hold on, are you sure about that? That that was what she said?”

“Positive.”

Farah started to tear town a bunch of books from the bookshelf and place them on a nearby table.

“It’s a line from a message that is in one of her books”, she said. “Hold on, I’ll try and find it…”

“You’ve got any idea who Mike might be?” Wilson asked after a while. She wrinkled her forehead while looking through some books by her friend.

“No, why?”

“Nothing, just curious”, Wilson answered. “Have you found it?”

She gave up a low scream of victory.

“Here!”

“What is it then?”

Farah looked at the backside of the book.

“The book is about a secret organization that’s in Texas. Their headquarter is in… Missouri.”

“Do you think she might be kidnapped?” Wilson asked, hardening his grip on the phone.

“Here’s the message”, Farah said, ignoring the question because of that she didn’t want to think of it as a possible truth. “In this moment, in the hands of another organization, I see the danger about being in one. We get a lot of knowledge, and the greatest enemy is our own knowledge.”

“What does it mean?” Wilson asked, forcing himself to speak. Farah slowly sat back down in the chair.

“You were right”, she whispered.

“Oh God”, Wilson managed to say. “We can’t call the police, what if they…”

He dropped the phone and buried his face in his hands.

“Wilson?” Farah said, rising once again with a worried frown. “Wilson… James, are you still there?”

“Yes”, he said and turned on the speaker. “Yes, I am.”

“We have to go there”, Farah said. “Whatever that organization wants from her…”

Wilson took a few deep breaths to calm down.

“We’ll take the first plane tomorrow, to Houston. That’s her latest known position.”

“We’d better bring House along”, Farah said and nodded, even though Wilson couldn’t see it. “He’s able to see solutions when no one else’s able to.”

“Call him”, Wilson said. “I’ll go home and get ready, and talk to Cuddy.”

Farah broke the call and dialled House’s number instead.

House was lying on his couch in his apartment, skipping through the channels on the TV. When his phone vibrated, he picked it up, noticed Farah’s name flashing on the screen and threw the phone at the nearby chair.

“House?” Farah said when she heard the receiver start. “House, are you there?”

She didn’t wait for an answer.

“Sandra’s kidnapped, she managed to get a secret message to Wilson. We’re leaving tomorrow with the first plane to Houston to try and find her. We would really want you to come with us… we’re going to need you.”

The familiar click and she was gone. House looked at the phone.

“No, I doubt you need me”, he muttered.