crashed bringing in the alcoholic and boy is he gonna be a problem! he's a fine artist from la who was on vacation with his family in fiji, connecting through sydney to go home. they were on another flight to atlanta, but that's typical, since he's been the odd one out in the family his whole life. he's clever and resourceful and good at making things with his hands (he's a sculptor and painter) but, well, he has gin for two meals a day, so the transition to an island without rum drinks is going to be hard. other first (or business?) class passengers to the front, including the person whose movie he was watching over their shoulder and driving them fucking nuts, and his seatmate who was probably texting their friends about how many ambien he washed down with three mini bottles of titos