"Can't we get closer to home than that?"
"I'll not be too particular where it is, just so it's land. The Earth is mostly covered with water."
Harold began turning the knobs and muttering. "Let me see now ... gotta miss Mount Everest...." At last, he turned off the scope. "It's clear gone. I'm taking her down slow. Will you look outside, Orville?"
Orville gulped. But Harold said it was the only way, so he squeezed into the other compartment. There were now about six of the little circles going back and across inside of him. He stood a little to one side and struck the lever of the outer door sharply with the palm of his hand. The door gave a faint "swoosh" and was open about an inch. His ears crackled and there was a dull whispering in his head like the sound in a sea-shell.
He put his face to the door, but saw nothing except the blue sky.
"You sure we came to the right place?" he asked worriedly.
"Positive ... almost," Harold called back. "Are we over land or water?"
Orville looked up. There was a brown, black and white landscape. Trees hung down like icicles around a frozen lake.
"There's land, but it's upside down."
"Just a minute." Harold did something and the trees and land swirled around until they were underneath.