"DANNY!" Ktl yells. "What do you wanna talk about?"
"Keep it down, Mxy..." Danny says as he looks around to see if Ktl's screaming caught the attention of any of the other passangers. Turns out all the other passengers are distracted with the conmotion caused by the failed terrorist attack to notice him.
"Mxy, why didn't you do what I told you back then?!" Danny continues, as he sits in his seat, right behind Ktl.
"What did you tell me to do, Danny?" Ktl asks, making a plastic question mark pop above his head.
"I told you to disarm those terrorists, Mxy! Why didn't you do that? Had they been more competitive, we could be dead by now!"
"YOU would be dead..." Ktl thought. "But I did!" he then said.
"You didn't. They still had their guns on their hands, Mxy."
"But I took away the bullets, silly!"
"Did you?"
"I sure did!"
"Oh. I'm sorry, then."
"No biggie."
Danny remained silent for a moment. "Hey, Mxy, can you call Mick? I know he'd hate to miss the end of that movie they're showing..."
"Of course, Danno! Bye-bye! And remember, I'm Mxy! MICK!"
"Mick? Are you there?"
"Yeah, man... What happened?" Mick asks, confused.
"Just some Irish terrorists trying to take the plane to Cuba. You know, the usual," Danny answers. "Listen, Mick, I have something to ask you..."
"What?" Mick says with the headphones on his hands, ready for a dose of Pauly Shore.
"When there's trouble... Don't call Mxy right away. Call him only if it's really necessary."
"Ok... Why?"
"Nothing. Just a hunch."
Meanwhile, below them, Tom continued walking through Europe, heading for Berlin, like the voice in his head told him...
