And so, House is stuck having lunch in the cafeteria with Wibberly, who realizes that this is awkward but just wants to thank House for the letter and tell him not to feel bad. "Thanks," House mutters, then attempts to make polite conversation by asking where Wibberly works. He assumes, of course, that Wibberly is also a doctor, but OOPS! it turns out that he works at a supermarket. Because OOPS! OOPS! he never graduated med school. Because OOPS! OOPS! OOPS! he was just one credit short thanks to a failing grade on the switched paper. House hopefully asks if Wibberly is the CEO of that supermarket chain he works at. No way -- he's a bagger. OOPS! OOPS! OOPS! OOPS! I hope House bought him lunch.
While Valerie chatters away in the MRI (OF DOOOM!!), Hadley stares intently at the monitor in the booth. Until Foreman walks in, all pissed off to see that Hadley did not follow his orders to give her beta blockers, but is instead getting PPTH more $$$ with this expensive and seemingly unnecessary scan. Ah, but there is a method to Hadley's madness, as she shows Foreman that while Valerie talked about things she supposedly felt any emotion towards, the emotion center of her brain remained inactive. "She can understand love and pain and empathy but she can't feel them at all. She's a psychopath," Hadley says, looking disturbingly pleased about this development. I think it's just because she likes being right. Anyway, three cheers for Valerie! She'll be the most interesting patient of the week we've had in a while. This also explains why she emerged from the MRI (OF DOOOM!!) unscathed: it recognized one of its own.