Cut to Dr. Buffer (apparently, PPTH's floors are all clean today) asking Sally Field to sign the consent forms for dialysis while Ben protests that he knows his live-in girlfriend well enough to know that she wasn't taking anti-depressants. Sally Field doesn't know what to do and begs Dr. Buffer for advice. Dr. Buffer's hands are full with clipboard and pen, so he doesn't have one free to put on anyone's shoulder and is therefore at a loss. So he keeps repeating his request to Sally Field to sign the consent form. "What aren't you telling us?" Sally Field asks.

And now we see Ben and Sally in Cuddy's office being apologized to profusely. House is there too, whining that Dr. Buffer is a "blabbermouth." Cuddy is so pissed at him that she almost knocks her Dell flat-screen monitor off her desk to yell at him. She calls House's janitor fun "completely unforgivable," and you can feel secure knowing that a true professional is telling you this while you look all the way down her cleavage, exposed for all to see from almost any vantage point. Of course, she has to add an "...unless he's right," going on to explain that the dialysis will filter Megan's blood and take out all those MAOIs they're assuming are in it. Ben denies this, saying she wasn't depressed. House quotes an entry from February 12 in her diary that reads, "I'm miserable around Ben." Ouch. The decision is left to Sally Field, who balks at the fact that the diary never specifically says Megan was taking anti-depressants. House asks her if she wants to risk her daughter's life on how well Ben knows her. It doesn't appear that she does.

A triumphant House returns to his office, only to find that his guitar is gone. In its place is a ransom note, the letters made from a cut-out newspaper. The note orders House to "await my instructions." The phone rings. "Wilson, you idiot!" House answers. A disguised phone voice ignores this and tells House not to tell anyone about the guitar-napping, not "the FBI, or law enforcement agencies, or...Cuddy." House puts the phone down and walks into Wilson's office, where he finds him holding a voice disguiser over the phone. Wilson tries to cover up by putting the device down and ordering a large coke with no ice, because Wilson's teeth are sensitive, just like the rest of him. House dispenses with formalities and orders the prompt and safe return of his guitar. Despite the abundance of evidence to the contrary, Wilson feigns innocence and admits to nothing, although the newspaper he's holding full of holes where letters used to be betrays him. Maybe he just got overly ambitious with his coupon clipping. He suggests that the guitar-napper must want House to interview five to seven qualified fellowship applicants. House insists that he solved the case without a team and will not give in to the guitar-napper's demands.