Buck was at his apartment, a bowl of popcorn on his lap. He was preparing to watch a movie, but he didn't know which one yet. He finally had a day off from the 118, that didn't involve him recovering from injury. The amount of injuries he had gotten over the years? Whoo, too many to count. He'd been crushed by a firetruck, struck by lightning, almost died in a tsunami, along with Eddie's kid. Many, many things have happened to him. Even Buck wondered how he was still alive.