Thirteen finds PS heading for House with a bag from the pharmacy. She guesses he's trying to score points with House by giving him Vicodin, which is actually a pretty ingenious plan. PS says he doesn't care about their patient at all, so he's not going to spend any time on him. And while plying House with Vicodin is smart, deciding not to have anything to do with your final patient is...not. It's kind of do or die at this point, right? Thirteen asks PS why he wants this job, apparently not getting the memo that this is the only job PS can get right now. And by "memo," I mean, "thing House told everyone two weeks ago." Maybe Thirteen was suffering from Huntington's-related hearing loss then. By the way, Jimmy has disappeared.
Wilson enters his office to find House at his desk playing one of Jimmy's (self-released) records. It's not easy listening. Wilson turns it off, and House asks him why his checkbook is sitting on his desk on top of a Liability Release form. PPTH must go through a forest worth of those forms every week. Wilson points out that they were actually hidden in one of his desk drawers until House went snooping around and found them. House thinks Wilson is going to give No More Cancer a check for that broker's fee to assuage his guilt, when House doesn't think Wilson has anything to feel guilty for. "There's no injury," he says. Well, there kind of is. The guy spent three months thinking he was about to die, which I would assume made him kind of sad and stuff. He probably quit his job in a spectacular, bridge-burning fashion and blew his pension on coke and whores. But House thinks that three months of thinking you're going to die is fun times, as you get to be "special." No More Cancer is only upset because he's not special anymore. By the way, this is coming from a guy who tried to fake terminal cancer to get a drug pump implanted in his brain, so...grain of salt. Thirteen and PS enter to ask House, hoping against hope, if he knows where Jimmy is. House tells PS to look for Jimmy and Thirteen to follow him. On his way out, he puts the record back on for Wilson's benefit. It's called expanding your musical horizons, Wilson. Come on now.