With the lights of the dimmed room collapsing inwards into House's mind, the colours fade to null. From his mistakes he made from the past. House grabs his gloves - strapping them on, one arm on his cane.

His eyes widen, with the neutral look and wrinkles surpassing insecurity - House follows onto the road his father once passed, falling into line in Chicago, embracing his childhood - the streets and business area's have changed, a darker tone set upon this fine and bright state. Walking into the depths of Chicago, enjoying the sights - House looks onwards as people pass him by without a second glance;

"This is what I'm talking about.." ​Following through limping, as an invisible among many with a sly grin on his face.

Rufino wasn't very observant these days, there was a lot of street talk but he never really listened too well, he just carried on by and continued with his day, sat on bench's reading the paper like an old fart like most days. Just as he turns his paper to the following page he notices some strange guy leaning on his cane putting on some gloves like he is some professional fighter... Rufino would love to show him a thing or two but couldn't be bothered.

Closing his paper, Rufino stands up and straightens out his hat, he walks past this wannabe fighter and sniggers to himself, completely oblivious to the fact they share the same headquarters in Chicago. Muttering to himself..

"Such a loser."

As he begins to walk away, he feels a hand grab his arm that swings him round.

With Rufino's attention - with a bottle of Vicodin in hand - he leans on his cane - putting a handful in the cup of his palm beginning to speak:

"I may be a loser now, 'bud' - but I can hit you really hard with this cane," Throwing down the pills he has into his gullet - he reveals that he has Surgical gloves - as his profession was a doctor - too many questions and corruptible 'deals' were made - forcing him to lose his practice.

queenie noticed a couple of aging men squaring off with each other on the path ahead of her, as she leisurely strolled through the streets listening out for any interesting happenings or gossip. She decided it would probably be best if she didn't get between the 2 men who were very close to going from figuratively to literally waving their penis' at each other whilst shouting "No, MINES BIGGER!"

As she strolled by, she took the opportunity to subtly stick a poster to the back of House_ 's jacket. She giggled to herself as she went. Wondering how the situation of theirs would develop

Listening to @House- ramble on about hitting with his cane, Rufino had the though of kicking his cane over whilst he leaned on it just for a quick laugh, so as @House- reveals their surgical glove, he ensures they are distracted long enough to fall over.

"Even with that glove you still won't be...."

With a swift kick the cane lands on the ground with @House- following suit, landing on the side of his face you can hear the thud that is made from the impact.

"Haha, now that made my day."

With the bottle of Vicodin sprawled across the dirtied floor, House picks up his cane, in the middle of getting up with a wince across his face, House lets out his retort: 

"You kicked over a cripple?" House pausing as he fully stands up, "You know, in some cultures - that just wrong," Giving off a vindictive frown, House picks up the bottle that carried his Vicodin, shook it as nothing appeared inside - he glances at Rufino and throws the plastic bottle at him lightly towards his torso and begins to speak: "You owe me twelve pills," After speaking, House turns around - beginning to limp away, reaching his left arm around his back trying to grab the poster.