All of a sudden, the building became very, very confining. House realized quickly that he had no idea where to find Ami. And, even if he did, he wasn't all that certain how to approach something like this, much less ask for help, which in itself was an anaethma. He had a better than even chance of finding The Doctor, as he could sometimes be found in the lab the scientists had set aside for their use. And, it was a higher chance that the man could and would help.

For the moment, however... if he could get the pounding out of his head, the virtual yelling at the tops of their 'lungs' as to emotional states (he realized early on that nothing was set in words. It was all -feeling-), he'd be fine. And, barring finding The Doctor, which was getting lower on his 'to-do' list as each second marched by, the idea of going out running was getting better and better. Get a good sweat going, get away from the bunker (who knew how far Scott could pick up on things?), and take the time to gather himself together, to take inventory.

House took those first steps, then as he got used to the pace, began to lope down the corridor, passing a couple panicked people on the way (Stop it! Get out of my head!), and gratefully pushed on the exit door to get out into the fresh morning air.

EXIT HOUSE IN SCOTT'S BODY