"House?" a voice asked, noticing the older man behind the computer. "What are you doing here?"

"Huh?" House looked up from the computer screen. Wilson stared back at him curiously. "Nothing."

"Uh huh. Well, can I have my computer back?" Wilson took a step towards House.

"Uh…" House's mouth went dry as he desperately tried to x-out of the webpage. "Sure." he stood up shaking, unsure of what to say. Maybe he was just going crazy.

"Are you ok?" Wilson asked, giving House a sideways glance. "You're really pail."

Beads of sweat formed on House's head. "I'm fine." he began to feel nauseous, but continued his pace to the door.

"House-"

"I'm fine alright?" House shot back, stopping in front of the door. "Just let it go." he walked out the door, cane clicking off the linoleum floor. His mind was racing at a mile a minute. Could it seriously be possible for a cartoon to get sucked into the real world? That's insane, even for him! There was no way that could happen! Maybe the kids were just pulling his leg. But why the clues from the girl? She seemed as though she wanted the mystery solved, even if only slightly.

He walked mindlessly into Danny's room, a blank expression on his face. It seemed as though the coma had vanished, as the boy was sitting up in bed, talking to Sam.

Danny glanced up and saw House standing in his room. Their conversation instantly ended.

"What's up, Doc?" Danny giggled slightly.

House took in a deep breath. "What are your names?" he asked, glaring at Sam.

"Danny and Sam. Why?" Danny asked, looking at Sam curiously.

"No. You're lying!" House exclaimed, frustrated.

"No really. I'm Danny Pha…Fenton and she's Sam Manson. Why would we lie about our names?" Danny's smiled turned into a stressed half-grin. Did he seriously almost call himself Danny Phantom?

The gears in House's mind were turning, and turning quickly. "So, you're telling me you have the same name as a cartoon?" he asked angrily, looking at both of them.

"What?" Sam and Danny asked at the same time. Sam gave Danny a confused look, which he happily returned.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked, voice almost in a whisper.

"Where did you two come from?" House asked, answering her question with his question.

"Amity Park. Why?" Danny asked, giving House a confused look.

"And when you went back…?"

"It was like we had crash landed in a different universe. Nothing was the same." Sam informed, secretly hating herself.

"Then Desiree must've…!" Danny stopped himself, looking at Sam and nodding.

"But if we're here, how do we get back…?" Sam asked, looking at Danny nervously.

"Who's Desiree?" House asked, looking at the kids curiously.

Danny ignored him. "I don't know. And I highly doubt we'll see her again to undo this!"

"I know! Stupid…!" Sam stopped herself again. How smart would it be to mention ghosts to this guy? He sounded pretty insane to her, so maybe keeping quiet would stop any more provocation.

"Stupid what?" House asked, frustration rising.

"What if we are in a new world?" Danny asked Sam quietly.

"I'd say you're crazy." Sam replied, looking at Danny solemnly.

"KIDS!" House exclaimed, frustration now turned to anger. "WHO ID DESIREE AND WHAT IS SO STUPID!"

"She's…uh…" Danny looked at Sam nervously. Sam shrugged and looked at House, a frown playing on her lips. "She's a…ghost…" Danny looked away quickly, trying to avoid the doctor's eyes.

"Do you seriously expect me to believe that bit of nonsense!" House exclaimed, eyes daggers.

"Hey, you're the one who said we were cartoons. I'd love to find out who's more insane." Sam said sarcastically, a fake smile on her lips.

House was silent, awestruck by his young patient and his girlfriend. Could this whole thing be truly possible? Seriously? It just didn't seem to be! His mind was racing as confusion swept through him, his face clearly showing it.

Luckily, Chase walked into Danny's room, right behind Wilson and Foreman.

"House, what have you gotten yourself into this time?" Wilson asked, a little annoyed.

"Nothing. Get out." House said quietly, looking down at the floor.

"House, come on! I think we should take the case from here." Foreman said, urgency playing with his voice.

"Yeah. We're your team, House. We're perfectly capable of taking a case." Chase insisted, a feeling of confusion starting in his mind.

"That's what I'm afraid of." House mumbled, looking up at them. "You think I'm going to give you this case?"

"There isn't much of a case here." Foreman insisted. He walked over to Danny's bedside and examined the monitors. Then, he examined the clear medicine bag. It was a little under half full. "You can go home soon." he whispered to Danny happily.

"House, we're worried about you." Chase was saying. "There is nothing more to this case!"

"You don't know that!" House exclaimed anxiously.

"Don't pay any attention to them, Danny." Foreman smiled. "You'll be home soon."

Danny looked up at him, faking a smile. "Thanks Doc. What was wrong with my arm, anyway?"

"You had a severe infection. But because we gave you this medicine, it should be all cleared up. I just need to change the bandage." Foreman said calmly. "I'll be right back." he left Danny's bedside and started searching for bandages. It took a few minutes, but he came back and was ready to begin. "Just bring your arm up here…" Foreman patted the bedside table.

"One sec." Danny pressed a button on the bed, making it bring him up into a sitting position. "Ok." he laid his arm on the bedside table gently. It was a little cold, but it felt good.

"Alright, now I'm not making any promises, so this might hurt a little." Foreman warned, unwinding the bandage slowly. When he got to the gauss pad, he looked at Danny. He nodded and watched as the bandage was removed. Amazingly enough, it didn't stick to the cut at all.

"It's looking much better." Foreman looked at the cut, almost curiously. "It's almost completely healed."

"Uh, yeah. It must've been the meds." Danny said slowly. He usually did heal pretty quickly. At least until whatever it was got infected.

"I'll say." Foreman used a moist mini-towel to clean the area around the cut. Then he re-gaussed and wrapped the arm before taking his eyes off the cut. "There you go. All fixed."

"Thanks." Danny said quickly, glancing over to Wilson and Chase. "What about them?"

"If we're lucky, House won't be your doctor anymore. We'll be taking care of you until you can be discharged." Foreman explained normally.

"Oh." Danny replied quietly.

Foreman looked at the boy one last time before joining the other doctors. He thought that Danny looked sad, almost depressed. But he shook the thought from his mind. The poor kid was probably just tired. Being in a coma can take a lot out of a person.

"You aren't keeping the case!" Chase exclaimed as Foreman came back into the real world. "Let us handle it!"

"Why are you here, Wilson? You're an oncologist!" House exclaimed, fighting against their pleads.

"You looked baffled after you came out of my room! I was worried about you!" Wilson exclaimed anxiously. "You don't get worried or scared! And that is what you looked like!"

"Aw, my friend cares about me." House said sarcastically, a fake pout on his lips.

"You are the most miserable, self-centered ass I have ever met!" Wilson threw his hands in the air angrily. "I'm outa here!" he stomped out of the room, not looking back.

"I'm taking the case, House. Whether you like it or not." Chase said firmly, glaring at the doctor. "Now get out of my patient's room."

House's mouth hung open momentarily. But he composed himself and walked slowly out of the room, eyes on Chase.

"I can't believe that worked." Chase said happily.

"I can't either." Foreman replied, a little confused. "Don't jinx it."

"Bye." Chase waved sarcastically to Foreman.

Foreman rolled his eyes and walked out.

"Ok, so, is there any new symptoms I need to know about?" Chase asked, walking over to Danny's bed.

"Nothing major." Danny replied, a little surprised at what had just happened. "I have a headache."

"That's normal." Chase laughed lightly. "After laying in bed for so long. Or just hearing us bicker."

"Oh." Danny said quietly, looking at Sam. "Are you ok?"

"Who? Me? I'm fine, Danny." she replied, looking distant. "We're just here to make you feel better."

"Should we…?" he gestured to Chase with his eyes.

"I wouldn't." Sam rolled her eyes. "We don't need two crazy doctors."

"Ok, what's going on?" Chase asked sternly, looking at Danny.

"Nothing." Danny looked at Chase again. "When is lunch?"

"In a few minutes." Chase looked at his watch. "You should be getting it soon." he walked towards the door, but was stopped by Danny's voice.

"Doc?" he asked, his mouth dry. "How long was I out?"

"You've been in the hospital for about three days now." Chase replied. "Why?"

"Just curious." Danny replied, his face turning pail.

"Are you ok?" Chase turned around in the doorway.

"I'm fine." Danny cleared his throat. "Bye."

"Bye?" Chase left the room with a confused look on his face, and an annoying puzzle in his mind.

"Great going genius!" Sam exclaimed as soon as Chase was out of earshot. "You have that House guy on our backs and that Chase dude confused! Two doctors trying to figure something out will not end up good!"

"I'm still trying to figure out if we're even real, Sam!" Danny exclaimed, his eyes staring straight into hers. "What if we aren't real?"

"Then why would we be here? Huh? If we weren't real, pshaw! Danny, we're as real as anyone else in this hospital!"

"Are you sure?" Danny asked, his spirits being lifted.

"I'm totally sure." Sam said strongly. "We're as real as real can be."