He followed Harold up the ladder into the nose of the ship and sank to the floor. Harold was twiddling with some knobs mounted on the dashboard of the junked car.
"Boy!" Orville pulled out his handkerchief again and swabbed his forehead. He tried to wipe the grime from his hands. "And I've never even been in an airplane!"
"Me either." Harold pounded on the dashboard. A meter didn't seem to be working. "There ... guess I can open her up a little."
"Hey, wait! Take me back!"
Harold moved a knob an eighth of a turn. He switched on the scope and waited for it to warm up. He took off his glasses and wiped them, squinting at Orville with that one bad eye.
"Turn it around and take me back!"
"But I can't, Orville." Harold put on the glasses and looked into the scope. "It's working!"
"I demand it! You've made me late for the office as it is!"
"Sure looks different from the map," Harold said. "Must be the East Coast. There's Florida sticking out there."
He snapped off the scope and sat opposite Orville. He opened the thermos and poured coffee into the cap.