Meanwhile, there's a helicopter flying over PPTH, just in case the baby found its way up to the roof or something. In the cafeteria, Hadley picks truth (have they done any dares yet? LAME) and Wilson asks how her dad reacted to her being bisexual. She says he made her tea, smiled, and said he supported her, just like he does with everything else she apparently tells him. Even the Huntington's diagnosis? Because that seems kind of mean. SHOCKINGLY, Wilson picks truth, and Hadley asks if he's dating anybody. That is a lame question for someone who professes to be the queen of Truth or Dare. "Now? No," Wilson says. Hadley finds Wilson's addition of a modifier interesting, even though it isn't. Then she picks truth. "When you were dating Foreman," Wilson starts, only to be stopped by Hadley, who decides that personal information about Foreman or their relationship should be kept private. Wilson says that's the freaking point of Truth or Dare -- to get people to admit or do things they don't want to. Hadley shuts down, and Wilson says that's her problem -- she pretends she's so liberal and open, but not when it's actually about anything interesting. Hadley selects dare, but says it can't contain nudity. Dumbass -- now that's the only thing Wilson wants her to do, and his dare is that she flash Taub. "That is the most idiotic dare ever!" Hadley declares; "have you ever played this game?" First of all, I have a feeling that Wilson has played it. Often. At slumber parties. And second, she's only saying that to try to get him to think of something else because she doesn't want to do it. Oh, also because there's no way that Hadley can do it now while they're on lockdown, and you can't really give future dares. But she promises she'll do it, perhaps tomorrow or next year, because she's "honor-bound." Wilson seems fairly bummed that he didn't ask her to flash him.
Detective Cuddy is now interrogating Walker. She's really good at this, as she gets Walker to immediately cop to hating his new sister. In front of her parents, too! But he won't admit to doing anything to the baby, then orders Cuddy to stop asking him. Ha! She just got told by a six-year-old.
Back in the room of death, Nash offers House some of his morphine drip for his obvious pain. House rejects it, admitting that he had to go to rehab and now takes only ibuprofen, which he doesn't happen to have on hand right now. Oh, please. Any woman will tell you that you always have ibuprofen on hand just in case. I can't imagine that someone whose pain is even more frequent than a few days a month would be less cautious. Our wise dying patient guesses that House's pain is more mental than physical, asking "what's her name?" House responds to this psychoanalysis with more psychoanalysis, accusing the Nash of projecting his own long lost lady love issues onto House. "What's her name?" House asks him. Sigh. Why do they even care? If I only had a few hours left to live and was in horrible pain, the last thing I would do is ask some asshole I just met about his women troubles. Hell, I don't even like to do that now and as far as I know, I'm going to live forever. Nash asks what time it is. "T minus four hours," House says cruelly before giving in and telling him it's 8:20. He then figures out that Nash is waiting for the woman to visit at a certain time, which is why he won't knock himself out with morphine.