First, the globe will show a small, rustic house with a dirt street in front of it. There's nothing outwardly special about the house; it's typical for the area, and though well-kept, it's no better than any other. A wooden porch lines the front, with well-worn steps. Off to one side at the top of these steps is a large barrel with what appears to be a watermelon peeking out the top.
When shaken, the image will shift to that of a spacious office with wooden floorboards. Shelves of reference books line the walls, a couch rests in the middle, and on each end of the room, there are desks. One is conspicuously neat and well-organized with writing implements, stacks of papers and folders, a mug placed where it's in no danger of being knocked over and spilled on the work. The other desk looks like some natural disaster overtook the surface; papers are scattered every which-way, pens lie haphazardly on anything and everything, and empty liqour bottles overshadow everything else.