They were stranded. The tsunami had just engulfed their craft, and having been tossed aside like so much flotsam, the engines were flooded.
"Let it drain, Cooper. It'll need an hour," stated the flat voice of TARS from the centre console.
"How much is this going to cost us, Brand?" demanded Cooper as he paced in agitation. Her reply, as she sat dejected on the floor: "A lot. Decades."
"Wait," Cooper realised. "It's the last Sunday of October back on Earth. Is there any way we can, I don't know, change our clocks on the European schedule, gain back the years?"
Amelia Brand stood and walked over to a side panel. "It could work. Let me edit the ship's timezone real quick..."
A confirmatory beep sounded out from the panel. "Ok, we're now on London time. How're the engines looking, TARS?"
"All clear, Dr Brand; we're good to go."