A crazyass lockdown that gave everyone a mini-Breakfast Clubstory!
A moment of emotional decency from House, and an actual flicker of an interesting human being from Thirteen!
Everything was upside-down and backwards in Lockdown.
And I kind of loved it.
This was the best episode in months.
Poor Chase, still getting strung along by the overly righteous Cameron.
Reading each others files wasnt all that revealing Foreman has an inferiority complex?
but the doofuses decided to get inside Houses head by gobbling down some pilfered Vicodin.
Just make out, you two!
Was snark really the way to go?
At least I convince myself Im better off that way.
Then I met someone, in a psychiatric hospital of all places.
She changed me, and then she left.
For a second, I really thought House was talking about Stacy.
It was sad, yes, but also matter-of-fact.
The unthinkable happened on this episode: Thirteen was fun and interesting!
I guess Wilson really can bring out the best in everyone.
(Asking her to flash him seemed exploitative, natch.
(And with better hair.)
If you have seen any show ever, you saw this coming a mile away.
Get some therapy for reals, though.
and outrageous micromanagement (hey, I knowhow many laundry carts there usually are right here).
Ah, happy endings.
Like Thirteen flashing Taub on her way out.
