Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12 "Let me take that for you, sweetie," the flight attendant offered.

“亲爱的，我来帮你拿吧，”空乘人员说。

"No, it's okay— I got it!" Michael grunted as he kicked his backpack, trying to wedge it under the seat in front of him. He would feel a lot better if he could keep an eye on it himself during the flight. "I don't think it's gonna fit, buddy," Dr. Gomez said from across the aisle. "Yeah, Michael. You have too much stuff jammed in there," Justin said. He settled into the seat beside Michael and buckled in. Michael looked back up at the smiling attendant. "Can I keep it on my lap?" he asked. "Sorry," she said, looking at him suspiciously and holding out her hand for the bag. Michael reluctantly handed over his backpack, along with its questionable contents. The flight attendant placed it in an overhead bin a few seats up. "Have a nice flight," she said.

“不，没关系——我能行！”迈克尔哼了一声，一边踢着自己的背包，试图把它塞到前面的座位下面。 如果他能在飞行过程中自己盯着它，他会感觉好多了。 “我觉得它不合适，伙计。” 戈麦斯隔着过道说。 “是的,迈克尔。你有太多的东西塞在里面，”贾斯汀说。 他坐在迈克尔旁边的座位上，扣好安全带。 迈克尔抬头看着微笑的服务员。 “我能把它放在腿上吗？”他问。 “对不起，”她说，怀疑地看着他，伸出手去拿包。 迈克尔不情愿地交出了他的背包，连同里面可疑的东西。 空乘人员把它放在头顶上方几个座位的行李架里。 “祝你旅途愉快，”她说。

Surprisingly, with his bag locked snugly away, Michael felt like he could finally relax. And feeling like you can relax after you've been up all night fearing for your life in a pitch-black cave could only mean— "Zzzzzzzzzz." Michael was out cold, drooling on his tiny flight pillow.

令人惊讶的是，把包紧紧地锁好后，迈克尔觉得自己终于可以放松了。 而当你在漆黑的洞穴里彻夜未眠，担心自己会有生命危险时，感觉自己可以放松下来，这只能意味着——“Zzzzzzzzzz”。 迈克尔昏倒了，在他小小的飞行枕上流口水。