Earth quickly grew larger and larger in the view port of the tiny pod. Indy gripped the edge of his seat tightly, wondering how the people who invented these strange things ever got up the nerve to test them out. He had to admire their technology, though, as the pod entered the atmosphere and automatically began heading towards the programmed destination. Its flight ability was limited compared to most craft, but Indy would have never noticed. His mood changed from tension to awe as he took in the breathtaking sight of the vast expanses of land below him becoming more defined. Soon he could see the city of Princeton on the horizon, and the landscape beneath him grew more distinct as it rushed up at him. For a moment, he wondered if the computer had been programmed to find an open area to land in, but the thought was cut short by the pod suddenly smashing through several tree braches. It spun around a few times, and Indy gripped his seat, glad to be strapped in. Finally, everything came to a stop. Indy found himself lying on his back. He unbuckled himself and sat upright. The exit hatch was now above him, so he reached up and pushed the button to open it. The familiar sunlight that blinded him only slightly annoyed the archaeologist. He was more perturbed about the ache he now had in his back. "I hate landings," he grumbled to himself as he picked up his fedora, which had fallen off. Placing it firmly on his head, he climbed out of the pod and jumped down to the grass. He wasn't entirely sure where he was, but it looked like someplace in New Jersey. If he kept walking in one direction, he'd be able to figure it out eventually. Straightening his leather jacket out, Indy began the long walk home.