Snap! Foreman's head shot up as something whizzed past his face and smacked into the glass next to him. He flinched, hard, but managed not to jump a foot in the air and yell at the surprise. His heart seized up, and then started pounding. For an instant, he'd thought it was some giant bug flying at him, but a second later, he got it. House, with a giant pile of elastic bands next to his elbow. Foreman clenched his jaw, forcing himself not to show his shock. House must've already gotten a good eyeful. Fucking bastard. Glaring, Foreman deliberately tamped the envelopes he was carrying back into order and walked into the office. "I'd ask why you're sitting here in the dark, but I don't really want to know," he said. House would probably have some disgusting reason, even if it wasn't true, just so that he could try to poke Foreman into responding.

In other circumstances, Foreman would have promised himself he wasn't going to react to anything House said. But Amber's words came back to him: Until he's bored. Looked like that moment had arrived. House had given them all of a day to feel like their lives weren't going to be on his microscope slide, and now here he was, probably intent on ruining it. Otherwise he'd be off playing with the other candidates' lives.

To some extent, Foreman's good mood was a buffer between him and House's stupid pranks. It wouldn't last, so Foreman took advantage while he could. "I'm surprised you're not downstairs molding a new generation into your mindless followers," he said, aiming for indifference as he finished going through the mail before dropping it on House's desk.