Cuddy rolled her eyes; she was used to his temper. "You weren't serious about moving in with me." She ran her hand over her own thigh and began massaging it gently. "As much as you love your intellect, House, this isn't the type of creativity you possess. Your mind didn't invent this place. I'm here. I'm real." She drew a deep breath into her lungs and let go off the air slowly. "And...and I'm going to need your help. So you've got to snap out of this and realize that this is all happening."