Back at the park, House tells Eve that he comes to the park hoping to see a jogger break a leg. Eve doesn't believe him, but I do. Why wouldn't he want everyone to have the same handicap he does? He asks Eve why she thinks she got raped, if God is supposed to be a great entity who doesn't intentionally allow millions of people to suffer. Of course, Eve doesn't want to talk about it. Too bad, says House. Why doesn't Eve just make the argument that God kind of raped Mary to make Jesus, so obviously he's cool with the rape babies? Eve starts crying again, and I am so sick of her. House says that if you live for God, then your life is insignificant and pointless. If you live for yourself, then your life is the most important thing in the universe. That's a much better way to look at things, he thinks. Oh, but Eve says that if you don't believe in eternity, then your actions on Earth are irrelevant. If there aren't any "ultimate consequences," she says, then nothing matters: "I couldn't live like that." Okay, so, don't. Choose to believe in God and an afterlife and live your life that way. Millions and millions of people do, and it works for them. As long as your religious beliefs and opinions about the afterlife aren't causing you to fly planes into buildings, that's awesome. How do you graduate college with a fucking religion degree and have a crisis of faith after one doctor challenges you? Come on, Eve. Basically, though, it all comes down to Eve needing to know that the guy who raped her will be punished somehow. And she'll have to depend on the afterlife for that, since she refuses to go to the police. House asks her if that belief is making her feel good right now. Eve: "I was raped. What's your excuse?" The piano plays its mournful tune.