Bucko Billy returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to check on his mail order prosthetic. the Face of Everyman didn’t have the heart to tell him that the wrong leg had been shipped and that he had returned the item for the correct one. Now, of course, the factory was shuttered. The venerable sage could only recommend a support group for those missing a limb. All-in-all things weren’t that bad; Saturday night dances had been cancelled until well after Easter.