Henry Juris boards a plane bound for the United States. He’s nervous , jittery. He clutches obsessively to a tattered, High Sierra bookbag. Sweat drops down his back as he takes his seat, looking from side to side. His eyes dart down the aisle and he sighs slightly as he sees the flight attendant heading his way.
Sarah Marston notices the passenger in 12a sweating and looking nervously about. He’s clutching his bag for dear life. Her heart goes out to him. She hands him a glass of water and a pillow. “It’s going to be okay, sir. We’ll get you there nice and safely.”
This is a lie. But it’s not her fault. She couldn’t possibly know how dangerous the international flight from China to Sweden would become...until it was too late and billions were affected.