Kumar has a security video of House leaving work on his motorcycle, which never made it to House's apartment. The Cottages have all the charts from the twenty-two victims brought to PPTH as well as the eight who were sent to a place called "Princeton General." What, St. Sebastian's gets no love? I guess that's a good thing; their ER is sure to be busy now that PPTH's is full of fake meningitis. The charts don't say much; most of the patients have pretty typical bus crash injuries, such as "Jane Doe #2" at Princeton General, who has internal injuries but no idea what her name is. This is going nowhere, so House decides on a new tactic; the Cottages will go to every bar between PPTH and his house to find the one he was at. The Cottages immediately spring to action, which tips House off that they have no intention of following his orders. Indeed they don't, says Biana; they're going to the ER to "do our jobs." Um, I'm pretty sure your job is to work for House, darling. Taub says House can give them a call when he remembers something. Only Kumar offers up any help, saying that accessing House's prefrontal cortex could be the way to get his memories back. Taub doesn't miss a beat, saying he'll build the submarine while Kumar gets the miniaturization device. They could also try the Magic School Bus Cam, although that doesn't show much except poorly-rendered blood cells and nerves full of electrical shorts. Kumar says he was thinking of "medical hypnosis," which can help in memory retrieval. I am skeptical; from what I've read, his technique has a funny way of "uncovering" memories that never existed. House agrees to this as long as no one makes him do anything embarrassing while he's under, like the chicken dance. Once, a hypnotist came to my high school and put a few kids under and then had one of them run around talking to us in Chinese. Except he didn't know Chinese, of course, so it was what he thought Chinese should sound like. Now that I think about it, it was probably really offensive. "Someone in the surgical department must be trained," Kumar posits. Really? I wasn't aware that hypnosis was part of surgical training.
I'm glad it is, though, because it gives Chase something to do! He speaks to House in low, even tones while Wilson hangs around in the back, protesting that this is not a good idea for someone with an injured brain. "Wilson is done talking now," Chase says in his hypnosis tone, hoping to get a two-for-one hypnosis deal. House pronounces the exercise a "waste of . . . " -- and then, suddenly, he's on the bus. There's not much there, though; it's empty right now, which means there are no symptom-ridden passengers. Oh, and there's Chase, who tells House to focus on recovering some details. All House can focus on is Wilson, who's waving his hand in front of House's face to see if Chase's hypnosis is really working. Well, it was working, idiot! Now Chase and Wilson are on the bus with House, but he's still having trouble getting the details. Chase asks House to go back in time to before he was on the bus, hoping he'll have a clearer memory as he's further away from the point of head injury. Not surprisingly, this puts us in a bar. I loved how they show us that the details are still vague here: All the bottles on the bar are labeled simply "LIQUOR" and generic beer bottles marked "BEER" litter the bar surfaces. House is enjoying a shot and a chaser. Wilson, of course, appears to scold House for getting wasted at five in the evening by himself. "What are you running away from?" he asks. Even under hypnosis, House can be sarcastic, and he asks Wilson what he could possibly be running away from as he drinks in a bar without his only friend. Is it possible to guilt trip someone while under hypnosis?