Wilson gets to do the honors of giving Foreman the rabies shot. He asks if he should tell Victoria that she's a dead woman, or if Foreman wants to do it. Foreman says he's going off to find James, so that Victoria doesn't have to die alone. Wilson wants to go, too.
They go to the abandoned house from the rave, the rooms of which match the pages of Victoria's comic book. They break down a door and enter a room filled with cobwebs and a lockbox. Inside are photographs of a healthier-looking Victoria smiling and hugging some guy. Foreman says it must be James. Wilson says it's actually Paul, showing Foreman a marriage license. It seems our Victoria was married to Paul Furian, a.k.a. Mr. Fury. So who's James? They find pictures of a baby, and then Paul and Victoria with him in the house before it fell into abandoned disrepair. The baby has blond hair, looks friendly, and is a big talker. It's James. "They're dead," says Wilson. He hands Foreman a newspaper article. The car crash that broke Victoria's arm killed her husband and son. She was the driver. That...sucks.
Foreman holds Victoria's hand. She thinks he's James. Foreman says he's Paul. Victoria asks if he's come to take her. Foreman/Paul says he's come to forgive her. Victoria cries and says she's so sorry. Someone should have tried this before Victoria guilted herself onto the streets and started keeping bats. "It's okay, Victoria. It's okay," Foreman says. Fade to black on Foreman holding his patient's hand. I totally cried.
House finds Wilson sitting outside in the dark. He followed him to some random place on the streets, which Wilson says is the last place he saw his heretofore unknown second brother before he disappeared nine years ago. "I don't even know if he's alive," Wilson says. He and House will think about that, while I'll ponder why the episodes about Cameron's personal issues suck and the ones about everyone else's are really good.