Sam wakes up, plays it cool, and turns the tables on Lacey

After a while, the **** wore off and Sam woke up, noticing two things.

The first was that her mother was still fast asleep; the slim 19-year old had taken a smaller dose of her sleeping pills and had woken up earlier. She smiled, knowing that she still got to see Joanne's eventual realization of her predicament.

The second was that she herself was now in the nude; even her sweater was gone. She was stunned for an instant, but then quickly remembered the scissors and her sister. She was disappointed that Lacey couldn't be trusted, and kicking herself that she hadn't thought of this possibility. She then noticed the drink cart coming up the aisle for its run, and froze for a second as the gravity of the situation, and her clothes in checked luggage, dawned on her.

She might have screamed and cried about this situation, but then she thought about her mother doing the same thing and not wanting to be like her. She decided to grin and bear it, and play it off casually as the cart rolled up.

"Hello, what can I get for you today?" the flight attendant asked.

"Just an orange juice for myself and a Coke for my mother," Sam replied nonchalantly.

"Coming right up. Your sister told me all about you and your mother. I think she's a good sister for helping you be comfortable like that, and I must say your family is blessed to have such great bodies."

Thinking briefly as to whether such a comment was entirely appropriate, Sam caught onto what Lacey had told the attendant and decided to spin it the other way.

"Yes, she is. You know, she herself suffers from many of the same problems, but she's too shy to undress herself in public. It's a shame that she's too jittery to be put under, but I think it would be great if you or someone on the flight crew could help her condition. If, of course, the Air Marshal doesn't have a problem with it."

"No, not at all."

Lacey had overheard this conversation and gulped.