[Okay, bridal style? Really? Add insult to injury. Although, a fireman's lift might be something to make him complain even louder. House throws an arm up across Al's chest and up to his shoulders so that he can keep an eye out behind them.

He clutches his cane tight with his free hand.]

If anyone asks, you were the one coming onto me.

[What better time for banter than when he's watching shadows somehow come to life and chase them. Again, his mind goes to hallucination. There has to be a reasonable explanation for this. Hallucination? Animatronics? Holograms? Whatever it is, those things look pretty damn real. Especially as one comes whipping out of the doorway to follow them. House tries to see if it's leaving tracks. That would be some sort of tip-off.]

You've got something tall, dark, and ugly following. What the hell is this place?