`Excuse me. Would you like a drink?' 'Oh, er, yes. Thank you very much. A whisky, please.' The young man gave2 Judy her drink and smiled at her. He had an incredibly attractive smile. He really looked very nice: calm, friendly and kind. `Perhaps he's a doctor,' she thought3 - `a surgeon, with those strong sensitive hands. Or perhaps an artist, or a musician.' Yes, he looked like an artist. She looked at him again and smiled. 'What time is it, please?' he asked. Judy looked at her watch. `Two thirty-five.' `Thank you,' he said, and smiled at her. She smiled back at him. He smiled again. He took a gun out of his pocket, stood s up, and walked to the front of the plane.