Life without his luck sucked. Casey honestly couldn’t see how people were able to get by without it. He actually had to look where he was going and watch where he stepped, things he never had to do before since his luck had always taken care of that type of thing for him.

Which was probably why he had fallen down a flight of stairs and sprained his ankle.  It wasn’t too bad a sprain but he was told by the doctor that he should stay off his foot and keep it elevated for a few days.

So Casey was lying on the couch in the Excalibur Headquarters living room with his foot elevated watching TV. He also had a couple beers nearby to drink.