Rama Avatar didn't sleep. He couldn't sleep, despite the roomy First Class seating and capacity to recline as far back as he could have wanted.
During the ticket negotiation, Rama had tried to get a couple of seats, or at least just one, near the back by the bulkhead, a place where he could see the rest of the First Class passenger section. Unfortunately, those were popular seats and the only empty seats left were elsewhere. Finally he had to relent on the seating and took what he could. Yet he was unable to relax. Part of being a warrior was being constantly aware of your environment. A warrior never allowed himself to be taken from unawares, and one was never to make his own back a target for a potential enemy. Even though he should not have known anyone on this plane, it was possible that the cursed magician, Aurochs, had hired spies and was expecting him. Thus prudence called for his constant alert. Besides the fact that sleep was unnatural in such an artificial environment, Rama Avatar would not sleep until he had reached safe lodgings on the ground. The flight was eleven hours long. He still had ten to go.
