After the break, the team (including House, back from his coffee break) look at scans of Jack's head. House admits that brain damage following an enema and rectal biopsy is pretty unexpected, but Foreman quickly defends himself, saying Jack was just fine after the procedure, so they didn't do anything to cause this. It must be another symptom. Cameron says that Jack has fluid building up in his abdomen just like his brain, which is what caused the intracranial pressure increase. So now Jack has drains in his head and his abdomen. That's fun. Foreman points out that the fluid collection around Jack's brain has an odd shape. "Oh, God. The Virgin Mary," House jokes. But it's not really that funny because what Foreman is trying to say is that it looks like early brain cancer. Jack will need another biopsy to confirm it. Cameron makes a sad face. "Nice catch," House tells Foreman, almost sounding sincere.
Um... what is this. Why are we in a cab with Hadley as she drives to the airport for her stupid flight to stupid Thailand? GET OFF THE SHOW ALREADY. It's like they're doing this on purpose, either to reward us because they think we love Hadley and Olivia Wilde that much or to punish us for hating her. The cab driver listens in on her phone conversation with the airline and says a trip to Bangkok "sounds awesome!" Whoa, settle down there, Gary Glitter. Hadley, too, is troubled by a man who's so high on Bangkok and quickly lets him know that someone will be staying at her place to take care of her big dog who hates cab drivers, especially ones that try to break into her apartment hint hint. Cabbie makes a sour face and asks if Hadley just said that because she's afraid he'll try to rob her apartment. "In case you haven't noticed, I have a job," he says. Yes, because people with jobs never commit crimes. Hadley apologizes, saying she doesn't know the guy and was just erring on the side of caution, like every woman should when talking to a strange man. I don't see anything wrong with what Hadley did, nor would I be particularly offended if she said something like that to me. I would, however, totally rob her apartment because she was obviously lying about the friend and the dog. "Treat a stranger like an ass. Nice way to live your life, bitch," the cab driver says. Well, there goes your tip, idiot. Anyway, Hadley returns to her phone call and asks if she can use her miles to upgrade to a business class seat. HA!! You can't use your miles for anything these days. Even though she's clearly on the phone with someone, Cabbie starts talking, saying that he trusted a stranger when he let Hadley into his cab. "Okay, you're a saint," Hadley says. Seriously, though. It's Cabbie's job to let people into his car. Trust has nothing to do with it. And it's a lot easier to trust some harmless-looking stick thin woman than it is a large man. Especially if you're a harmless-looking stick-thin woman. Anyway, while he sits there and looks like he's about to cry like a giant baby, Hadley discovers that someone pretending to be her cancelled her booking last night. Cabbie is very pleased with this, and thinks it taught Hadley a lesson on trusting strangers or whatever. Actually, I think she just learned not to trust former bosses.