[Wilson's brow knots together as he bangs away at the last vent. He spends some time considering all of this. None of this sounds possible and there's still a fifty-fifty chance that House is messing with him, at least to some degree... But he does have a point. The spiders magically fixing his hand is enough to make him question whether or not there's a larger scheme at play.]

So... say we are copies, then. What exactly is our plan for the future? If, somehow, we manage to get out of this place... What then?