John slept for another three or four hours and woke up again when the new co-pilot tapped him on the arm. “Food, sir?” the man asked, holding out a couple of sandwiches.
John stretched. “How much more time to London?” “About two hours.”
John took one of the sandwiches that was labeled chicken salad. “Thank you,” he said as he tore off the wrapping and took a big bite. He took a bag of chips from a proffered basket and a Diet Coke. As soon as he started eating, he realized how hungry he had been and quickly wolfed down the sandwich and the bag of chips.
Amy was sleeping, so he stood up to stretch his legs, went to the bathroom, and on his way back decided to go
up to the cockpit. As he started walking in that direction, he felt a sudden lethargy, and his body seemed very heavy. He wond
