"Rather than explain to Cuddy why I'm late?" Foreman asked. That was all the answer House needed. Foreman would probably need the weekend to come up with a good excuse for why he hadn't called in, or answered his phone or his pager. Frowning, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Five messages. Three from Cuddy, one from Kutner, and one from Taub. Taub was probably covering his bases. Amber and Thirteen hadn't tried, which meant they'd either left it up to the other two, or they didn't consider him their boss. Foreman shook his head, closing his phone rather than finding out exactly how much he'd endangered his job this morning. "You're not being responsible, you just don't want them to find out." That didn't upset him; he didn't need anyone knowing about his personal life, either. Or asking him if he'd recently had a personality transplant and joined Cameron's cult.

They were finally in his neighbourhood, and Foreman started putting together a list of things he'd need to do to salvage at least a few hours of the day. Appeasing Cuddy was pretty close to the top, although he had no idea how he was going to accomplish that. Any story he came up with, House was likely to discredit, even if it hurt his privacy, too. Unless they agreed to the same lie ahead of time. "You'd follow me to a job interview if you knew about it," Foreman said, working it out in his head. "So I couldn't tell Cuddy ahead of time in case you found out." He didn't look at House, but shrugged a bit as he stared out the window. He didn't want to shove House's face in how upset he'd gotten over Marty's meaningless phone call, but it was a plausible story. House stalked everyone he knew. It would explain why they'd both been late. House would have to worry about Wilson, but other than that, it fit well enough.