"Look I need my fathers casket on this flight, I need to get to CA with him on it, it has to be today. He died 4 days ago and his funeral is in 2, so if you could please help me out right now!"
Jack says desperately.
"Mr. Shepard I'm sorry but this casket just won't work. I'm sorry, I suggest you see another flight attended, or get on another flight."
The attendant replies.
"Look uh... (Searching for flight attendants name) Mary maybe I could take this to the pilot and have a discussion with him?"
Jack says in a cocky way.
"We could work something out."
The attendant suggests.
"Thank you... Thank you."
Jack replies in relief.
Jack walks over to a near by bar in the airport.
"Uh I'd take a shot of tequila please."
Jack pleads.
"Coming right up brotha"
The bartender says.
"Make that two please."
A woman adds.
Jack looks at the lovely lady staggering to sit next to him. He seems flattered.
"Hey I'm Ana... Ana Lucia."
Ana greets.
Jack extends his arm to greet Ana.
"Jack Shepard"
Jack adds.
"So what do you do for living Jack?"
Ana questioned while taking a drink of her lemon tequila.
"I'm a doctor, work for my dad..."
Jack says dully.
"Oh is he like the 'chief' of surgery"
Ana has a little playful sound in her voice, while jack manages to chuckle.
"May I ask how would you know that?"
Jack questioned Ana.
"I saw you yelling at the attendant."
Ana explains.
"Well he was a chief of spinal surgery."
Jack looks down and sniffs.
"Was?"
Ana asked with a confused look.
"I thought you heard me and the attendant?"
Jack corrects.
"He's dead now..."
Jack adds sadly.
"I was being polite..."
Ana explains feeling sorry for Jack.
Jack looks down at his drink. Waiting for her to maybe add something since he had no words...Anything.
