Knocking on the lavatory of the plane, Stephen grew more and more impatient by every passing moment. He had to use the toilet, but it was busy since the start of the flight. Not drinking too much, it was not as serious as he thought it would be. He was coming from violin concert of his remarkable sister, but he did not like classical music. Yet she was able to shift the tide of his taste and sway Stephen. Unfortunately, due to a family dispute, he couldn’t present himself to his beloved sister, putting him in a situation of ambiguity.

“What kind of brother is the one who do not cheer on his sister from the first available seat? I paid a lot to go to that concert. I could have bought a new set of equipment from that money, instead of playing a hypocrite brother. I enjoyed it though.” The lock of the lavatory clicked and a female flight attendant came out.

“Please, do not go in the lavatory as it is not in a usable state.” She declared.

“But I have urges…”

“We cannot provide you with a proper toilet. Please go back to you seat.”

“Wait. There is some white fluid on your philtrum.” He pointed out, as he was suspicious.

“He?” She removed it with a tissue. “I do not know how that get there…”

“I might know the answer. Did you have sexual intercourse with a man?”

“No. Definitely not.” There was something in her eyes that signalled Stephen to be aware of the things happening on the flight.

“Did you have any weird feeling in the past three days?”

“What weird feelings?”

“Like strange tickling and white stuff appearing on your skin.”

“Yes.” Replied the stewardess in a confused manner.

“Well, these creatures are fast to reproduce. They are parasites, who dwell on the sexual desires of their host. Leaving behind several signs, they can be easily recognized. Like that unknown white fluid on your face.”

“What? Who are you? This is nonsense.”

“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Stephen Silworth, a supernaturalist. Common people call me a monster hunter.”

“He?”

“I think you have encountered with a creature I call sperman. It is a subspecies of semen. I have stated my diagnosis, I can help you make them disappear.” Stephen saw the confusion in her eyes. “Of course it will be free of charge. I’ll just go to the toilet…” He moved towards the door so swiftly the stewardess could not even react.

What he saw in the lavatory was a half-naked man with an erection. It was not sperman. It was just a man, wearing a dull, red Hawaiian shirt, in his mid-forties, with a thick purse. Realising this, he did not say a word. He went back to his seat, sat down and written a complaint to the airline, after he let loose his anger, some yellow fluid, on the ‘old’ man.