Just then a thought struck him. He struck back. After a brief tussle Bond emerged unscathed from beneath his seat. Staring down at him was a pair of deep brown eyes like limpid pools of.... whatever limpid pools are made of. Coffee or tea sir?" she purred. Bond frowned at the flight attendant. Women fainted in Toronto. "Don't you have anything stronger than that?" "Certainly, sir. Wallaby?" After a bewildered pause, he ordered a bottle of Toowoomba Red. Glass in hand, he picked up his cell phone. "Cath, is that you? Yes, love, no questions now. Get me Possum Air Tours- and quick!" As he hung up, he looked over his glass to the seat in front of him, where to his chagrin he saw...