s try to stay together on this；〃 Barnes said。
＇＇76＇＇ 〃Well； Jesus； Hat…〃
〃Just don't push any more buttons； Beth！〃
They were moving around the cabin； looking at the instrument panel； at the chairs。 All of them； that is； all except for Harry。 He stood very still in the middle of the room； not moving； and said； 〃Anybody see a date anywhere？〃
〃No date。〃
〃There's got to be a date；〃 Harry said； suddenly tense。 〃And we've got to find it。 Because this is definitely an American spaceship from the future。〃
〃What's it doing here？〃 Norman asked。 〃Damned if I know；〃 Harry said。 He shrugged。 Norman frowned。
〃What's wrong； Harry？〃
〃Nothing。〃
〃Sure？〃
〃Yeah； sure。〃
Norman thought： He's figured out something； and it bothers him。 But he's not saying what it is。
Ted said； 〃So this is what a time…travel machine looks like。
〃I don't know；〃 Barnes said。 〃If you ask me； this instrument panel looks like it's for flying； and this room looks like a flight deck。〃
Norman thought so； too： everything about the room reminded him of an airplane cockpit。 The three chairs for pilot； copilot； navigator。 The layout of the instrumentation。 This was a machine that flew； he was sure of it。 Yet something was odd。 。。。
He slipped into one of the contoured chairs。 The soft leather…like material was almost too fortable。 He heard a gurgling： water inside？
〃I hope you're not going to fly this sucker；〃 Ted laughed。
〃No； no。〃
〃What's that whirring noise？〃
The chair gripped him。 Norman had an instant of panic； feeling the chair move all around his body； squeezing his shoulders； wrapping around his hips。 The leather padding slid around his head； covering his ears； drawing down over ＇＇77＇＇