Hey, Fox? It turns out that when you tell me that I'll be "stunned" by the truth about House's latest patient, I will be expecting something to happen and therefore, not be stunned. Just something to keep in mind.
It's one small step for man, one giant reason not to launch a massive model rocket too close to the woods, as a boy's rocket launch goes swimmingly until it hits a tree on its descent to Earth. The boy and his friend run to retrieve it, only to find that it lit the forest floor on fire. The boy's friend videotapes the action as the boy removes his jacket and cleverly uses it to smother the fire, which is much more than I would have done at that age. I probably would have just run away and hoped no one ever found out it was me who set the woods on fire. Hell, I'd probably do that now. The paparazzi-in-training films more of the fire action, only to stumble upon a bearded man lying on the ground. With his arm on fire. The boys wonder if the guy is dead until he suddenly wakes up and starts screaming. The boy quickly puts the fire out, and the man comments that his burnt arm smells like licorice before he collapses. I wonder if he meant red or black licorice?
The Cottages await their boss's arrival. Martha comments that after jumping off a hotel balcony, there's no telling what House will do next. Chase has an idea: "ride some kind of prostitute chariot to work?" he guesses, watching as House and a young lady speed down the hallway on a Segway. The prostitute dismounts to open the door into the office for House, who offers the Cottages a chance to "ride her" if they give him an interesting case. He means the scooter, of course. Martha doesn't want to ride the scooter or the prostitute, but she does love to win, so she tells House about a 23-year-old homeless man with burn injuries and a strange sense of smell. House deems this to be cool, with many interesting possibilities. But he never allows Martha to ride his Segway, so he is a dirty liar. Instead, he sends Chase and Taub to the woods to check out where the homeless man was staying and the others to shoot him full of prednisone and see if his sense of smell goes back to normal. If it doesn't, they'll know he has a neurological problem and proceed from there. House adds that they might also want to find out the patient's real name, as he's guessing that Ferris Bueller, which he put down on his admitting forms, isn't it. "Why?" Martha asks. Everyone takes a second to feel old and/or marvel at Martha's lack of knowledge of pop culture. I wasn't nearly old enough to see that movie when it came out in theaters, but I've still heard the name "Ferris Bueller." I mean, come on. Even the prostitute knows who Ferris Bueller is, and she's from Russia. And not a prostitute, sort of. Dominica needs a green card, so she's going to marry House in a few days to get one. Fantastic.