In the winner's lounge, Duncan, waking up groggy for a restless night, is right across his teammate Alejandro laid back with his hands behind his head. As Duncan sits up and stretches out, he realizes there's one else on the plane. With the plane the way it was, it was really hard to miss anything.
Turning his head back to Alejandro, "Why have we landed and where the hell is everyone?"
"Well we're in Paris right now because the producers wanted to talk with Chris; everyone else, though, wanted to spend some time out on the town."
"So why did you stay behind then? Shouldn't you be trying to get in some girl's pants?"
"Look my friend, I'm not trying to steal your girl… not yet at least hehe. Besides you would've been left alone and stuck in here" Alejandro said with a smirk and getting up.
Duncan, following in suit, "What do you mean stuck in here? We can just leave right or at least break a window?"
"Well one: I don't want to have to pay Chris a sent for anything, even though this plan is shitty enough that we can just say it naturally happened. And second: Chef locked the plan so that no one gets in and messes with things, mainly Chris's room though."
"Oh fuck that, I am not staying trapped on this plane any longer than I need to be" Duncan, getting a running start to break down. Before he had a chance to break down the door, Alejandro grabs him into his arms, spinning Duncan around to face him.
"Wait my friend, look at this opportunity we have here! We have this whole plane to ourselves for the whole day, maybe… even longer"
Duncan thinking for a second, "I'm listening…"