I check my watch: 4:52. Still plenty of time for the dark man to pull something off, if he needs to. But still, my mind is made up. I signal a stewardess over. “I think that man has a bomb.” I say.
“I thought I saw a timer” I lied. The stewardess looks concerned, then begins to snicker.
“What’s so funny?” I yell, causing the other passengers to look over before returning to their solitude.
She wipes tears of laughter out of her eyes. “Sir, we have a state-of-the-art bomb detecting system,” she said loudly, the volume probably for the passenger’s benefit.
“Wait..” says a woman in back, having discerned my part of the conversation. “He thinks that there’s a bomb?”