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ÄLKÄÄ LUKEKO JOS ETTE HALUU SPOILEI HOUSEN 4.KAUDESTA.

[House's Subconscious/Bus to Afterlife. Day. A bright white light illuminates the bus. House's eyes open suddenly. He looks around confused, sitting in a bus seat, still in his hospital gown. He looks to his right and sees Amber sitting beside him, smiling. She's wearing a pink pantsuit. She's looking away from him, her face radiant, devoid of all her earthly wounds.]

GREG HOUSE: You're dead.

AMBER VOLAKIS: Everybody dies.

GREG HOUSE: Am I dead?

[She turns her head slowly to look at him. He waits expectantly. Shrugging, he turns away again.]

END MUSIC.

AMBER VOLAKIS: Not yet.

GREG HOUSE: Should be.

AMBER VOLAKIS: Why?

GREG HOUSE: Because life shouldn't be random. Because lonely, misanthropic drug addicts should die in bus crashes, and young do-gooders in love, who get dragged out of their apartment in the middle of the night, should walk away clean.

AMBER VOLAKIS: Self-pity isn't like you.

GREG HOUSE: [shrugs] No, well, I'm branching out from self-loathing and self-destruction. [beat] Wilson is gonna hate me.

AMBER VOLAKIS: [playfully] You kind of deserve it.

[House looks at her.]

GREG HOUSE: He's my best friend.

AMBER VOLAKIS: I know.

[Camera focuses on their feet. They're both barefoot. She crosses her feet.]

AMBER VOLAKIS: [leans close to House, whispers] What now?

GREG HOUSE: I could stay here with you.

[She shakes her head.]

AMBER VOLAKIS: [softly] Get off the bus.

[House ponders for a second and shakes his head.]

GREG HOUSE: I can't.

AMBER VOLAKIS: Why not?

GREG HOUSE: Because... [beat, smirks sadly] because it doesn't hurt here. I let it... I don't wanna be in pain. I don't wanna be miserable. And I don't want him to hate me.

AMBER VOLAKIS: Well, you can't always get what you want.

CUE MUSIC: "Passing Afternoon" - Iron and Wine

[On hearing the line from the "poet Jagger", House looks at her. He gets up and starts to walk away from her, towards the bus door. She remains seated.]

# There are times that walk from you #
# Like some passing afternoon #

[Amber watches calmly as he walks off. She smiles as the white light engulfs her.]

# Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon #