He pushed his way behind the counter, rifling through folders in rapid succession as he did his valiant best to look for the one that mattered. Kayla. Kayla McGinley. He was never going to forget that name, so where the hell was her damn chart? He shoved the ones on the desk aside in frustration, ignoring a nurse's frustrated shout after him as he started down the halls in the direction of House's outer office, only pausing for a moment to think that House might be there. "It's May 11th," he said, which is a date like any other day, but it's the day he killed a woman and the day his father died.

Chase didn't particularly like May 11th anymore. "I need her chart so I can find her phone number before it's too late."