Back at PPTH, Hadley swings by the lab with tuna sandwiches for her and Taub's Thanksgiving feast. Because there's nowhere better to enjoy one's dinner than a medical lab full of bodily fluids from sick people. Yum! Taub is still hoping he'll get home in time to celebrate the holiday with his wife, but it's not looking good -- James' biopsy and blood tests look perfectly fine except for some elevated albumin levels, which means they were wrong about the liver failure. And Taub can't help but make the connection that if James' liver is fine, it's kidney failure that is causing the albumin levels to rise. Which means they'll have to biopsy James' kidney. And that means missing Thanksgiving dinner for sure.

Lucas comes home to find House sitting there in his dark apartment, waiting for him. But he isn't alone -- he has a nearly-empty bottle of something alcoholic to keep him company. "You're not right for her," House slurs. "And you are?" Lucas asks. "Less wrong," House says. Well, those are the ingredients to a perfect relationship. Lucas hints that House might want to get going now, but House rambles on pitifully about how Cuddy used to give him a chance to prove himself in the past, but this time she didn't. And she made him drive like six hours. That blows. Lucas realizes that House isn't going anywhere anytime soon plus the sad piano music is playing and the soundtrack, so he offers to make House some coffee. House drops the bottle and stands. "I'm pathetic. I don't deserve her," he says, then slumps forward onto Lucas's couch and rolls onto the floor. I can't blame him too much. If someone invited me to Thanksgiving and I drove three hours only to find it was a cruel trick, I'd probably drink a lot, too. Lucas tries to help House up and they wind up in a cuddling position on Lucas's couch. Lucas offers up his sofa bed for House to crash at tonight. "I love her," House slurs. I am beyond caring.