Your plane is over the Pacific. You lean back in your seat and watch the man next to you. His name is John Saunders, and he's in your protective custody. Your job is to protect him until he arrives at the courthouse. Sitting in the window seat is your FBI partner, Sean. Sean is hungry. "I hate airplane food. As soon as we land, I'm finding a restaurant that makes a good burger." You're interrupted from your conversation when the plane dives, spilling your drink. After about ten seconds, the plane is normal again. Sean is annoyed. "What was that for? Move. I'm going up to the cockpit to see what happened." He's at the window seat so he's trapped behind you and Saunders. What will you do? I'll let him get by. I'll go to the cockpit instead.