Foreman frowned, resting his elbows on the desk and staring down at his fists before he looked up at Amber. "He's not answering his phone. Which is typical. When he doesn't want to be reached, he doesn't make it easy." He shook his head and pushed to his feet. The others weren't in the conference room. Apparently Amber had decided to talk to him on her own, and he wondered if the others knew, and what they thought about that. Amber seemed frustrated, but not at him. That was a good sign.

"We still need to do it, whether she wants us near her or not." He twisted his lips, thinking through what he'd said to Casey before. House wasn't going to swoop in and rescue them. They were on their own, whether the candidates realized it yet or not. House didn't care. He never did. Their patient--she didn't know that. She wanted a doctor who was right, but maybe all she needed to hear was that she had a doctor who cared; the fact that they were probably right followed from that. "Come on," he said. "We've got to convince her."