11:27 PM, Lakers charter plane, heading west ...
Sasha walks up the aisle from the back of the plane. The lights are on, Ammo and Jordan are chattering happily, fresh off the Lakers close out victory in Phoenix. As he passes each row, his teammates look up and see it's him, first Pau and Andrew, then Fish, and the chatter stops, like a wave of silence at each step he takes. Ron is dead asleep, still wearing his "Western Conference Finals Champions" cap, his head resting on a pillow against the window. The others look at him with nothing to say. Undaunted, Sasha soldiers on, toward the front of the plane. The silence grows.
Finally, he reaches his destination. Sasha stops and sees the back of of the shaved head of the man wearing oversized purple headphones. He pauses and steels himself, going over in his mind what he is going to say. He taps the man on the shoulder to pull him out of his world.
Kobe looks at Sasha, not taking off his headphones, and then turns his head back toward the front of plane, and closes his eyes.
Sasha, not to be denied, reaches out his hand to make another attempt - but Kobe grabs his hand firmly before he can make contact, eyes still closed. "Not now, Sasha", he growls.
Sasha slinks back to the rear of the plane.