Back at the airport, House is reading Lesbian Prison Stories, which is made even more hilarious by the fact that the book's cover calls it a "classic" book in refined calligraphic font. Brilliant! But even tales of hot naughty woman-on-woman action isn't as interesting to House as the Mystery of the Missing Necklace. Maybe he should be reading some Nancy Drew instead of whatever he could find at the airport's adult bookstore. He wonders aloud what could have happened to make Stacy leave the house in such a hurry that she forgot her most treasured possession. Stacy scowls. Or maybe she's trying to smile. Hard to tell.

It's also hard to tell what's bothering poor Fletch now, as all he can do is groan and talk about teal indigents. He attempts to tell them by shoving a fork in his mouth over and over again, and it's Cameron who figures out that there's a metallic taste in his mouth accompanying his stomach pains. Fletch is absolutely thrilled to finally be understood. If he gets better, he might want to take some Charades lessons, because that really was a poor performance. He's lucky that Cameron, who undoubtedly spent her college Friday nights playing the game instead of partying, was there to decipher it.

Stacy finally breaks under House's interrogation. She and Mark had a fight and she left the house without her cross or her makeup. She stopped by a drugstore to get some more makeup, although she may have also stopped by Cuddy's wardrobe trailer if that color of lipstick is any indication. I expect to see flowers blossoming out of her lips any moment now. I'm sure collagen injections make for great fertilizer. Stacy whines that she and Mark have been fighting over the silliest things lately, mostly because Mark won't drop it when Stacy orders him to. He accused her of being "condescending." Go, Mark! As House and Stacy's Theme of Broken Relationship Sadness blares, Stacy decides that Mark is trying to push her away, just like House did. House tries to be sympathetic by saying that, in ancient Greek, "Stacy" means "relationship killer." And in Assyrian, it means "face of stone." They stare at each other meaningfully for a while, and then Stacy gets a call on her cell phone. It's for House.