Well, replied the doctor.
I had the beef for dinner and I'm fine.
The passengers who chose the fish are ill.
The hostess led him to the flight deck.
She tried to open the door.
I think it's jammed, she said.
The doctor helped her to push it open.
The captain was lying behind the door, he was unconscious.
The co-pilot was slumped across the controls, and the radio operator was trying to revive him.
The doctor quickly examined the two pilots.
They just collapsed, said the radio operator.
I don't feel too good myself.
Can you land the plane? said the doctor.
"Me, No, I'm not a pilot, we've got to revive them. he replied.
The plane's on automatic pilot.
We are OK for a couple of hours.
I don't know, said the doctor.
They could be out for a long time.
I'd better contact ground control, said the radio operator.
The doctor turned to the hostess, perhaps you should make an announcement, try to find out if there's a pilot on board.
We can't do that, she said.
It'll cause a general panic.
Well, how the hell are we going to get this thing done? said the doctor.
Suddenly, the hostess remembered something.
One of the passengers, I overhead him saying that he'd been a pilot in the war.
I'll get him.
She found the man and ask him to come to the galley.
Didn't you say you used to be a pilot? she asked.
Yes, why, the pilots are all right, isn't he?
She led him to the flight deck.
They explained the situation to him.
You mean, you want me to fly the plane? he said, you must be joking.
I was a pilot, but I flew single-engined flighter planes, and that was 15 years ago.
This thing's got four engines.
Isn't there anybody else? he asked.
I'm afraid not, said the hostess.
The man sat down at the controls.
His hands were shaking slightly.