If House needed more reasons to think this was a delusion, there was a bald boy wrapped in what looked like robes from a Tibetan monastery. With bandages around his torso. And a big narrow staff. And blue arrows tattooed on his arms, legs, back, and head.

Who was struggling to open a window on the second floor of the castle because he didn't seem to understand there were latches keeping it shut.

"Ugh! Come on, window, work with me--ow!"

He hissed and wrapped an arm around his abdomen, wincing in pain. He frowned at the window as if it had given him some grave insult before glancing up at the sound of House's shuffling footsteps.

"Oh, hi! Do you mind helping me open this? I want to jump out of it but I don't want to break the glass."