[They're both out. And Enoch is scanning the room, himself. There was nothing. The toilets and sinks were real, but...
Enoch approaches the first former prisoner he comes across, still somewhat dazed and shaking off the worst of the delirious fever from last night.]
I...I hit my head on the edge of my bed. [He starts, raising a hand to the bruise on his forehead. It is very definitely one caused by striking a corner and not just the floor.] But that bed didn't exist. Your chains bruised you...but they didn't exist.
[A pause, as he looks down at his half-bandaged hands, overheated wheels turning.]
We attempted to climb walls that weren't there, and apparently succeeded.
[And he looks up at House, as if hoping there might be some relative-future medical explanation for all this.]
...not quite B?
Enoch approaches the first former prisoner he comes across, still somewhat dazed and shaking off the worst of the delirious fever from last night.]
I...I hit my head on the edge of my bed. [He starts, raising a hand to the bruise on his forehead. It is very definitely one caused by striking a corner and not just the floor.] But that bed didn't exist. Your chains bruised you...but they didn't exist.
[A pause, as he looks down at his half-bandaged hands, overheated wheels turning.]
We attempted to climb walls that weren't there, and apparently succeeded.
[And he looks up at House, as if hoping there might be some relative-future medical explanation for all this.]