“I was on the red-eye, forty thousand feet up when I got this pain, right here.” Lonnie patted his chest. “Indigestion, I thought. I tried getting up and it hit me like a train. That’s all I remember.”
Peter nodded. “It’s often like that; there, how does that feel?”
“Oh, that’s more comfortable, no pain between the shoulder blades now. I’m grateful, you know. If you hadn’t been there it could have been such a different ending.”
“No problem, you’ll soon be flying at forty thousand feet again.”
St Peter finished attaching the wings. Gently, he pushed Lonnie off the cloud.