All the usual disclaimers apply: I don't own Castle, never will, and certainly have no chance of ever profiting from it.
Lucky
When Castle was six, he found a four-leaf clover in Central Park.
His mother laughed and said, "I don't know how you managed to find that on the ground, Richard, when your head's always up in the clouds."
They pressed it carefully between the pages of Gulliver's Travels, but it turned to dust long ago. A faint imprint remains, and he rubs a fingertip across it thoughtfully.
Josh comes back from Africa tomorrow, and, sometimes, absence does not make the heart grow fonder. Castle's torn between wishing for Kate's happiness or for his own. He wonders if they'll ever coincide.