The Cottages stroll up, and Suck-Up Chase is, of course, the first person to compliment House's new wheels. Practical Cameron wants to know where House's cane goes while he's riding. House's second answer to that question (the first, of course, being a lewd suggestion) is to put his cane in a snazzy little cane-holder on the side of his bike. Awesome. Even More Practical Foreman just wants to discuss their patient, but House immaturely revs his bike every time Foreman tries to speak, drowning out his voice. Seriously, why hasn't Foreman killed him yet? Finally, Foreman gets a chance to talk, and simply says that they're out of options. House suggests checking the police reports from Carnell's mother's red herring...I mean, "fatal car accident." He thinks it's a little odd that she drove off the road in broad daylight, especially considering that her next of kin is now experiencing sudden incapacitating shocks. Could it be...type two neurofibromatosis? A DNA analysis of chromosome twenty-two will confirm his suspicions. The Cottages leave to do that, and House once again asks Wilson out, assuring him that it'll be much more fun than dinner with Wilson's wife, who isn't speaking to him right now. "Unlike her, I can make it worth your while," House says. Wilson finally accepts the invitation on the conditions that he drives and he gets to make sure House has the money to pay for dinner before they leave. Love is in the air!
Foreman and Cameron explain House's NF2 theory to Carnell and his dad as Foreman swabs Carnell's cheek to get his DNA. Dad is skeptical, since neither he nor his wife had this hereditary disease. Cameron asks whether either of them noticed "nodules in the iris," as if people do monthly iris checks like women do breast self-exams. Well, maybe Cameron does. She says they think NF2 might have caused Carnell's mother's car accident, which Carnell immediately has a problem with, since he was told his mother was killed by a drunk driver. "That's not what the police report indicated," Foreman says, managing to be even more clueless right now than Cameron. Dad has to admit that he totally made up that drunk driver story to scare his son out of driving drunk. Understandably, Carnell is really pissed. Actually, he's more "pooped" than "pissed," as Foreman, sniffing the air, pulls Carnell's sheet up to reveal a nice brown stain coming from his pelvic region. Well, that's great. I guess I can cross "shit puddle" off my list of "things I never thought I'd be subjected to while recapping a non-HBO show." That, and "the Colonel discussing his droopy wood." So thanks for that, House. Carnell says he didn't feel this happen. Foreman checks, and Carnell still has feeling in his toes. Just not, apparently, his ass. I just want to know what's wrong with Cameron that, when asked, she said she didn't smell anything. This is the second time in two weeks she's denied smelling something poopy. Either she's just being really tactful, or something is wrong with the poop-smell receptors in her nose. I think we should be told.