Foreman and Chase go to Friedman's apartment. Chase tries to be all smooth by taking out a credit card and trying to work the lock. He doesn't seem too adept at it, but I guess the good news is that if he damages the card, he's got plenty more where that came from. Foreman, however, produces a key that he lifted from Friedman's backpack. Heh. From the music that's playing, you think they're going to find something grisly, like this is House: Special Victims Unit. Which would have been an apt title for this show, if those pesky copyright issues hadn't gotten in the way. Chase goes through the clothing drawers, which are meticulously labeled. He then picks up a photo of, presumably, baby Friedman and his mom. Chase looks at it long enough for us to know that it brings up issues for him, in case an Aussie decrying the evils of alcohol at every turn wasn't enough to clue us in. Foreman finds the ampicillin that Friedman had gotten for his mom, but it's full, which shoots down Cameron's theory. Chase hyper-Aussies: "God, I hope it's not a Vitamin K deficiency." Hee. They go to the refrigerator, which is basically empty, but when they open the freezer they find enough precooked hamburgers to keep Wendy rolling in baby fat for years. Foreman: "House was right." Foreman, don't you ever get tired of being wrong?