Orville turned his face to the wall. He heard the hiss as Harold ran in fresh oxygen. "Shoot! Better go down and hook up a new tank." Harold clanked around in the other end of the ship and came back.
"How far out are we?" asked Orville.
"Not far. I'm cutting down the speed some."
"Uh ... how do you plan to take her down?"
"That's an interesting point, now. Let's see...."
"Wouldn't it be better if we just flew up close, not too close, and then headed for home? Of course, there's that problem back there, too."
"Don't you want the beans? I'll eat 'em then."
"But I'd feel better crashing on the Earth, somehow, than on the Moon—"
"Who says we're going to crash? There are several ways to set her down. Head first, tail first, but I guess I'll lay her in sideways. It'll be easier to crawl outside."
"What?"