Sean and Salwa sat at the table in the hotel room enjoying their steak dinner. Bloody and tender, their thick cuts of rump stained the plain white dishes with every delicate slice, almost as a recurring motif of their wild animalistic behaviour since the flight cancellation. Every so often, Salwa's foot lifted from the cool tiled floor and raised it like a charmed cobra before rubbing slowly onto Sean's calf. Clearly, the...