Backpacker: puff, puff. Narrator: This has got to be the worst moment of your life. You're glad your seat mate left at the start of the flight- you're going to pieces. Backpacker: sniff. (flinch) Oh, Lord, no!

What backpacker has seen is the dead body of a man, slumped in his seat, stabbed through the heart. What he heard was the man’s dying gurgle. Sweating bullets, he gets back to his seat and huddles there, suppressing tears and looking for a kleenex to blow his nose. Someone sits in the seat beside him.

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