Across the aisle from Tara, a slim figure is hunched over a portable games console. His thumbs are a blur of motion, as he successfully zaps yet another alien invader. The rest of the cabin are keep score as well, as the console's earphones transmit the aliens' dying screams clearly to everyone else. Hs desperate mission to save Planet Earth ensures that the CC need not concern themselves with providing food or drink - some things are far too important to be interrupted. A previous grunted comment had resulted in a can of Cola being provided - it still sits on the table, unused and unloved as its ambient temperature rises from merely tepid to positively warm. And then ... a sudden explosion of noise. A brilliant flash of light from the console is followed by a barrage of flickering lights that cause alarm three rows further back. The Planet is doomed. He lets out a deep sigh, and looks around for sympathy. "Oh, hello Miss Teacher, how are you?" Miss Teacher chokes slightly on her 4th gin and tonic. "Oh, hello ... I'm fine, thank you Mikey."