At the same moment that I had an epiphany about my reserve status, my cell phone rang. Crew schedule was calling in a semi-panic. Another New York captain contractually entitled to a London trip that originated in Miami had temporarily gone missing in action. Before the other pilot was given 50 lashes and a failing grade, I suggested we wait 20 minutes. I promised to jump into my Superman costume if needed. At the 19th minute, my colleague acknowledged the assignment. Although I was hoping to fly the trip, theorizing that it might be my second and last for the month, I was not unhappy with remaining home.