Mr. Brewster laughed. “Guess Ted doesn’t know about setting his watch back. You set yours right, Biff?”
Biff nodded his head.
“What do you mean, set my watch back?” Ted demanded.
“Difference in time, Ted. With daylight-saving time further complicating matters, it’s three hours earlier in Hawaii than it is in Seattle. So, if your watch says ten, then it’s only seven o’clock in Honolulu. People are just getting up there.”
Ted, although still puzzled, turned his watch back three hours.
Biff came to the seat where Ted and Monica both had their noses pressed to the plane’s window.
“Scrunch over, small fry. We’ll be raising Diamond Head soon. Your big brother will point it out to you.”
The plane zoomed through the air, racing the sun to Alohaland. The “Fasten Seat Belts” sign flashed on.
“Won’t be long now,” Biff said. “Ought to see Diamond Head any minute. Look ... just over the right wing. See that sort of dark blur? That’s Oahu, the island Honolulu is on.”
Minutes later, Diamond Head rose majestically into view. The plane sped over the yawning crater of the extinct volcano, then bore to the left out over Honolulu Harbor. It turned back north, coming in low, and then settled gently down on Honolulu’s International Airport.