The Enigma in 25C
MY SAFETY and emergency procedure training flickers through my mind rapidly, trying to find a match with the situation I find myself in. My instinctive alarm bells are ringing, but I can’t quite decide if this is an emergency or not.
I may look like a flight attendant in a pretty scarf and fancy hat, but underneath my glamorous uniform is a constant state of awareness. Four hours into our flying time, I’m worried about the passenger sitting in 25C.
He’s an elderly Japanese gentleman, wearing a perfectly pressed suit and carrying a silver fortified briefcase. We initially struggled to put it in the hat rack for takeoff; he insisted on having it on him – so we compromised and placed it under the seat in front of his. He looks ill and hasn’t accepted a meal or a
