That would be Henry Wadsworth Longfellow at the bottom there, wondering what the hell happened to his arrow.
TRANSCRIPTION COURTESY OF JOSEPH HOUK - [A hot air baloon above Boston; CW, PW and ND are coasting along above the skyline] (CW) "What a breathtaking view of Boston!" (PW) "Yeah… though I'd like to see it before all the sprawl!" (CW) "Well, the time window should work up here… But point it away from the balloon first!" (ND) "Over there, into the wind, would be the optimum position." (PW) "Alrighty… [the time window opens] Wow, that's unbelieva... [an arrow suddenly appears out of nowhere!] SHIT!!! Who the hell would be shooting arrows in 1840's Boston???" (CW is looking up at the hole in the canopy) "There goes our security deposit…" (ND uses her extend-a-reach) "I got it!" [1845; Meanwhile, an erstwhile gentleman looks up with bow in hand] (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow) "Hmmm… [takes out a notebook from his coat and writes:] I shot an arrow into the air, it fell to earth, I know not where.