The plane flies through the clouds. Inside, John's still asleep when Rachel wakes him up for dinner. He opens up his eyes and says, "I was out cold. Never thought I'd get to sleep." The stewardess brings around a couple glasses of what looks like champagne, which neither John nor Rachel actually ordered, and that no one else is drinking because the pair in front of them have red wine. The Gods of Contrivance squeal in delight when John toasts to an "uneventful flight." As they take a sip of their sparkling wine, a very pale reverend comes stumbling up from business class. He gasps for breath, lurches onto a stewardess, and then crashes to the floor, bringing the poor woman with him. John jumps up to investigate. The annoying British man from earlier comes forward, telling everyone else to "step away." Everyone in first class tries to see what's going on. Hey, isn't Rachel a doctor? Shouldn't she be helping the man? John grabs a flashlight attached to the wall of the cabin and peers into the reverend's eyes. Annoying Brit says, "He's dead. It appears he suffered from a massive stroke." John unbuttons his collar and opens the man's shirt. He says, "This was no stroke! He was murdered." Dun. Dun. Dun. And welcome to the real reason John's on a plane this evening: he's there to solve a murder!
Well, the reverend's still dead. Annoying Brit says, "Step back, everyone!" John opens up his wallet and identifies the dead man as Reverend Donald Pearson. He asks, "Does anyone know this man?" A young woman in a purple sweater says, "He just jumped up, all of a sudden, staggered out of his seat, and looked at me like an animal." Annoying Brit tells everyone for the hundredth time to get back to his/her seats. He snaps, "Everyone back! And close the curtains. Let's see if we can keep this somewhat contained." The stewardess hangs up the phone and says, "All of you please take your seats. The captain has radioed ahead to Heathrow for an emergency landing but we still have two hours of ocean to cross before then." Annoying Brit whips out his identification and starts flashing around his badge: "I'm a detective. Scotland Yard. I'll be taking charge of this crime scene." The stewardess just looks at him. Annoying Brit steps over to John and grabs the wallet right out of his hands. "Satisfied with your hysterical pronouncement? You just terrified two cabins over what's likely nothing more than an allergic reaction." Make that Annoyingly Snotty/Pickle Up His Ass Brit. By this time, Rachel has realized she's supposed to be playing doctor, and bends over the body so she can inspect the dead reverend. John and Rachel discuss the dead guy in medical-speak. Apparently, he's been poisoned. Annoying Brit pockets the wallet and walks away from the body. Wow. The dead man looks really creepy when you see him through John Doe's black-and-white vision.