"Are you from England?" A voice cut through the haze startling Hamza into consciousness. "Pardon me, I didn't realize you were asleep," the man in 23K begged forgiveness.<br/><br/>Hamza startled awake realizing 23K wanted to chit chat. Hamza put on his plastic face and cued up his best Manchester accent, "Oh, that's quite all right. I guess we could pass the time with pleasant conversation." Naturally, there were traces of his Farsi accent sifting through the English, but it was comprehensible. Easy enough to believe, there is a large population of Middle Eastern and Indian families living in Manchester. "What was your question again?" Hamza spoke with a smile.<br/><br/>"Are you from England?"<br/><br/>"No, I am from Iran, but I have friends there." Hamza dropped into his American role, "and you? Do you have family in the United Kingdom?"<br/><br/>"My wife is working on a project for her company. Her business is almost complete. My son, Anthony," he patted the boy on the head," and I are flying out to meet with her. We're going to take a little vacation while she's there."<br/><br/>"Oh that is very sweet. I'm sure she will be very happy to see you." Hamza could care less, but believed he was giving a stellar performance. "What is your wife's business?"<br/><br/>"She is a purchasing agent for a furniture company in New York. She is in London negotiating a contract with a manufacturer there to sell items in the states."<br/><br/>"Oh, how exciting," Hamza answered taking in everything the man said.<br/><br/>"What do you do for work?" 23K asked the Irani news reporter and special operations soldier.<br/><br/>"Where, are my manners?" Hamza asked rhetorically. "My name is Habib Najafi, I am a warehouse manager in Tehran. I have been in New Jersey observing warehouse procedures in the states. It has been a boring week of learning about fork trucks, racks, receiving and shipping procedures and your OSHA standards. The owners of my company hope I can learn some procedures to take back home and help improve operations there."<br/><br/>"Very nice to meet you, Mr. Najafi," the man smiled, attempted to offer his hand to shake, but could not due to the constraints of economy class and the sleeping child. "I am Richard Sweet, but my friends call me, 'Dick'."<br/><br/>'I bet they do,' Hamza thought to himself, but said, "very nice to meet you too." He laughed at his new friend's inability to get his hand out.<br/><br/>Turbulence struck the aircraft, tossing the occupants off balance. An attractive blonde-haired stewardesses could not help herself, lost balance and fell into the seat and side of Hamza's head. Her abdomen hit his shoulder and ample bosom bounced off his head. Just as quickly as she regained composure another jolt hit the aircraft. The first time she bounced off Hamza, it caused him to turn and look up at the beautiful young woman, smiling out of embarrassment at him. The second jolt came so quick, she didn't have time to say, "I'm sorry." She fell again, only this time, her cleavage hugged his face, his Iranian nose plummeting into her fleshy depths. She quickly got back to her feet and apologized; blushing in retreat.<br/><br/>Hamza smiled.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Ladies and gentleman this is the captain speaking. We are experiencing some turbulence. Nothing to worry about, for you own safety please fasten your seat belts and remain seated."</span><br/><br/>The stewardess went to a seat and strapped herself in. Hamza and Mister 23K both followed suit. 23K stared out the window. He placed his left hand over his sleeping child. Anthony! Yes, he remembered. Being able to recall details was important to sell the story.<br/><br/>The sound of the engine's whining seemed to give way to the sound of screaming and shrieks. After a several seconds, it sounded as though the engines were no longer there. The droning noise had given way to silence. But there was no silence. The people were still screaming. Oxygen masks dropped from the overhead.<br/><br/>"اوه خدا!" Hamza bin Ahmadi Al Enezi muttered in Farsi. [Tr: Oh God!]