In between bites of her sandwich, Remy emailed her daughter that they were going out to dinner and for her to pick a place. It was easier that way since she knew they'd both eat just about anything. "Um.. he's a patient of House's. He was somewhere.. when he took a bite of some poor lady's arm and then collapsed. He's trying to figure it out but.. I guess genius takes time.." she was very glad in that moment that her husband wasn't like House, or maybe just that he wasn't a doctor. "He needed a brain biopsy that's why I was in there, drilling a hole in the poor guy's head."