Uneventful. At least until the whole plane was woken from its fitful slumber by a page calling for a doctor. Five generic white men, Thom included, headed to the back of the plane. Thom and a cardiologist remained, to attend to a young woman who had fainted after standing up. She fell and hit her head on the metal corner of the jump seat, cutting her face and scalp to the bone. She’ll require plastic surgery to prevent an unsightly scar across her eyebrow. The crew pondered diverting the flight to Heathrow, but apparently decided against that, as we landed in Milan right on time.
Immigration was easy, customs non-existent.
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