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When 71-year-old Todd Anderson collapses at Princeton-Plainsboro, Dr. Wilson finds himself pulled into a case that blurs the lines between memory, identity, and love. As House and his team race to uncover the medical truth, Wilson confronts a past he never lived and a goodbye that was never his to give.
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
— W.B. YeatsBookmarked by stxrmyfluff
08 Oct 2025
