Ming Zhao is in there

I freeze in shock as I see the naked form of Ming Zhao. She is standing with her soaked panties in her hands and her soda-stained clothes folded on the sink. We both stare at each other, unable to move or think properly.

I suddenly find the strength to turn away, but not to speak properly. "I-I-I'm so sorry! I didn't know anyone was in here! The door was unlocked and I...!"

"Ahab, stop!" Ming Zhao shouts. "It's Ahab, right? It's fine. I should have locked it."

That calms me down a little. I take a deep breath and reach for the handle.

"Actually, I'm glad you're here," she says. "I'm trying to clean my underwear. Have you done laundry?"

"I-I usually dry clean," I say. "But I can clean stains."

"Great," she says. "Here. You work on one, I'll work on the other."

I reach out and grab her panties. She washes a paper towel in water and begins to wipe her bra while I do the same for her underwear. While I'm cleaning, she reaches down and puts my ruined clothing with her own. I try not to stare at her and focus on cleaning her clothes.

Something causes the plane to rumble, making us stumble around. The intercom comes on and we hear the voice of the pilot. "Folks, we are experiencing some mild turbulence. Please remain seated with your seatbelt fastened."

Mild was clearly a lie. The second rumble throws us around the cabin like rag dolls. Ming Zhao's arm reaches for something to grab onto while I fall on top of her. We both are too shocked to speak. I can't find the strength to get off her, and she makes no effort to push me off.

As I slowly lift myself up, I noticed the end of her bra sticking out of the toilet. Ming Zhao had accidentally knocked our clothes into the bowl. Before I can grab anything, the automatic flush activates, sucking our clothes down into the bowels of the plane and leaving us bare in the bathroom.