Two hours into a long flight from Oslo to New York, Emily sat cramped in economy, neck sore and patience thinning. Through the half-drawn curtain, she could see business class — and hear it too. A man in his 50s, dripping with entitlement, exploded at a mother for her crying baby. Then, he hurled his meal at a flight attendant. The cabin froze in stunned silence. The man smirked. No one said a word. Next to Emily, a quiet 14-year-old boy named Elias took off his earbuds. “Someone should do something,” she whispered. He nodded,
stood up, and calmly retrieved a backpack from the overhead bin. He walked into business class and stopped in front of the angry man. “What are you doing here?” the man snapped. Oops,” Elias said, cracking the seal on a small jar. “Just checking my grandma’s surströmming.” The air turned toxic. The man gagged,
