So, I hadn't really thought about continuing with this, but once it got suggested...well, suffice to say this is a result of little sleep and lots of stress. Enjoy!
"Douglas?"
"Hmm?"
"Why did you tell Arthur that? About the moon"
Douglas made a few adjustments to the controls and leaned back slightly in his chair. "Well, I suppose mainly…because I was bored. We seem to have run out of pass times for these stupid flights, I don't know if you'd noticed."
Martin sat in silence for a moment, thinking back over the past few flights that had, now he came to think about it, gone by incredibly quietly. "You know, I suppose you're right.
"Of course I am"
There was a muffled crash from outside the flight deck door, and then Arthur's voice slurred "sorry, chps, I knock'd ov'r th drnks trolly"
There were a few moments of quite on the flight deck, before Martin got an evil glint in his eye and turned to Douglas. "You know, Douglas, you didn't think this plan through."
"Oh really? Do tell" Douglas replied, raising an eyebrow. "Arthur's quite happy, now we've convinced him he's safe from the moon, there are no passengers for him to annoy or upset, and he'll be fine in a few hours after he's slept it off"
Martin grinned in delight before looking Douglas straight in the eye and saying very clearly "This plane lands in Fitton in 30 minutes; Arthur is still going to be a bit tipsy, if not highly intoxicated." He paused. "How are you going to explain that to Carolyn?"
…
"Bugger"