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Having had a rough night's sleep, Thirteen finds herself nodding off at the Diagnostic's table in the office as she waits for her co-workers to show up. It's still another half-hour 'till they're due in, so, she decides to just lay her head in her arms for a while.

She falls asleep quickly and her dream-self finds herself in dim, green-lit place made of concrete and metal. A warehouse, maybe? Quickly, her gaze falls on the form of Sunshine; battered, bruised and bloody. Thirteen's eyebrows raise, nearly disappearing into her hairline as she sends the woman an anxious look and taking half a step forward before a sharp jab to her ribs distracts her.

"Dear god, someone's killed the Lesbian!"

Her mind quickly wrenches back on track. She had to do something she had to help! If only she could-

A sharp crack echoes through her dream and in reality, Thirteen jerks awake, looking pale and shaken. House arches a brow, and moves his cane from the space beside her head.

"Geeze, someone didn't get their beauty sleep last night. All night orgy keep you up?"

Thirteen opens her mouth to retort, but she thinks better of it, just shaking her head as House tosses folders on the table.

"Male, late forties, collapsed at work when his legs stopped working and started swelling in very interesting places...."