Things are looking up

[excelsior_man]

Phil Urich was feeling pretty damned good, all things considered. The attack by the Hobgoblin had, somehow, turned out to be just random lunacy. He'd woken up still in the warehouse, right where he'd fallen. He'd sent word to Harry, but had refused to go into hiding. He had important work to do.

And work was looking up. Excelsior was getting a steady, if slow, stream of patients, thanks to Doc Samson finally coming on board. Most of them preferred to remain anonymous, but things were still going nicely. He was starting to get ideas though. To take Excelsior from just a counseling center, into something much more. He needed to talk to Cap and Richards again. He was going to need to work all of their connections and more if things were going to work.

There was also the added bonus that whatever freaked out adrenaline rush the strafing by the Hobgoblin had brought on, seemed to have helped stabilize him. The meds were doing their work again, seemingly even better than before. No more twitching, no more irrational impulses. It was senselessly nice to be normal again.

For now though, there was movie night with his smokin' hot girlfriend. He knocked at Joy's door.