"Well, at least it's not Long Island." House glances around again. "A catch to the dream? That usually happens?" Yeah, as long as this is a dream, he can forgo some level of skepticism. Willing suspension of disbelief, isn't it? He's been having to exercise that more and more recently. Bullshit time-travel and horror winter wonderlands and all.

"Like ghosts are suddenly going to start dancing with everyone?" He takes a sip of his punch and wrinkles his nose at how sweet it is. "Don't they have booze at this party?"