House goes to Wilson's office for advice. House hasn't answered Eve yet, instead sedating her to figure out what to do. Ha! I wish we could have seen that. I also wish I had a syringe full of sedatives that I could give to people when they asked me difficult questions. Wilson says that House has plenty of terrible experiences to tell Eve about, like the time he was shot or how his leg got like that. But House thinks that Eve's looking for something else. "Tell her the truth," says Wilson. "There is no truth," House responds. Wilson then saves the scene with this awesome line: "Are we roleplaying? Am I you? I don't want to be you!" Thank you, Wilson. Your presence on this show is almost justified.
Cameron, on the other hand, thinks that House should tell Eve his life is awesome and nothing terrible has ever happened to him, despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary.
Foreman thinks that House should tell Eve that life sucks and that she's not alone and that she will survive: "Other people have been through this and worse and come out the other end." Yeah, I'm sure she'll be thrilled to have her trauma trivialized by comparing it to even worse stuff other people have to endure.
Last on House's list is Chase. "Tell her...keep her asleep," he advises. Ha! Oh, Chase, why aren't you on the show more? What are you and Foreman up to in this episode while House and Cameron are dealing with their annoying crazy patients? I'll bet it's something fun to watch. Sigh.
House goes back to Eve's room without going to Dr. Stone for advice, which is probably for the best. "Wake up," he orders. It's storytime! House says that he used to have to stay with his grandmother when his parents traveled, and that she "liked things the way she liked them." Oh, I know what that's like, House. One time, my parents went to some island for a vacation and left me and my brother with our grandparents, and it was just hell on earth. They wouldn't let us have pizza for dinner and made us go to bed at our actual bedtimes. And they even tried to make us do our homework right after school instead of in front of the TV at night like usual. Although I guess House's deal was worse. He says his grandmother used to make him sleep outside in the yard and take ice baths. I'm having fun visualizing a Li'l House with the same four-day-old beard he has now, but Eve makes her "I'm so sorry" face and asks him why his parents never stepped in. House says that he never told his parents about "Oma," which is Dutch for "Grandmother." Which means that House is part Dutch. Unless, as Eve alleges, the story isn't true. She bases this on the fact that House called her "Oma" even after what she did, because abuse = name changes. House says that Eve doesn't know him. "Do not dismiss me!" Eve freaks out. Why shouldn't House dismiss her? I have. And thank you so much, show, for making me hate a rape victim. Really, thanks. I can't wait to try to look at myself in the mirror now. Eve asks what she can do that House won't dismiss "as being just because [she] was raped." Um...not steal the psychiatrist's drugs and try to kill yourself? Answer people's questions with something more than "I don't know"? Not have some weird inexplicable bond with a random guy and refuse to let anyone else treat you? But those are just a few things off the top of my head. Indeed, House says that there's nothing she can do, and that his story is probably "true for somebody," but not for him. And there are lots of people out there with horrible pasts, and some of them are doing well and some aren't. Eve shouldn't base the rest of her life on one thing that happened to her. "I'm gonna base this moment on who [sic] I'm stuck in a room with," Eve says. And I know that's supposed to be an important line that, like, underscores what this episode is about, but I'm not really sure what she's talking about. "[Life] is a series of rooms. And who we get stuck in those rooms with adds up to what our lives are," says Eve. Only if you let it, Eve. Fortunately, Cuddy calls House out of the room before Eve can start talking about how we spend seven years of our lives on the toilet and a month waiting at stoplights.