After the commercial, Sydney examines the many running medals and trophies that she proudly displays on her living room wall like an asshole. I mean, seriously? Does the world really need to know about your 2nd place finishes in the Princeton 10K run? Way to not improve over time, by the way. The husband says he called around local hospitals looking for Sydney, but didn't even consider PPTH because "it's a long way to run, even for her." Huh? It's in Princeton and so, it appears, are they. And she's an ultramarathoner (although all she competes in, according to her Wall of 2nd Place, are 10Ks), so I'd think that she'd be running like 30 miles a day. Sydney asks what she does "besides run." Husband says she's a lawyer dealing mostly in civil rights cases and class action suits, a job her husband says is "stressful," so running is her outlet. Yes, well, clearly she isn't stressing over her inability to get 1st place in the Princeton 10k year after year. "That doesn't sound like me," Sydney says. House points out that she has no idea who she is, so that's a stupid thing to say. "Good point," Sydney says to House, looking at him admirably. House tells Nolan that Sydney felt more comfortable with him than with her husband, and her husband could tell. Nolan asks if House liked the fact that Sydney had a connection with him. He maintains that she's "just a patient."