"Do the best we can," Wilson repeated back as he glanced off for a moment. "Yeah, I guess that's right." It was the sort of uplifting thing that House would have rolled his eyes at, but Wilson understood what Maria was getting at. They were all stuck in this situation for one reason or another, so they'd just need to cross their fingers that something they did would make a difference eventually.

At Maria's question, Wilson looked back to her, his eyes brightening when he realized this was something he should be able to help her with. "Oh, yeah, of course." He actually hadn't heard of patients sending out mail before, but it would make sense that they could. People could send letters from jail, for Pete's sake.

"Let me just..." He trailed off as he started looking through the different papers on his desk for an envelope or letter where the address would be noted down. When he didn't have any luck, he started to resort to digging through his desk drawers -- and still, nothing. How could he honestly not have one scrap of paper with the address on it?

"That's weird," he remarked to himself for than to the patient. "I'm sorry, Maria, but it looks like I don't have it on me right this second."