The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's just... pouring upwards out of a totally normal-looking manhole cover in the center of a flat, deserted parking lot, like, somehow defying gravity without any explanation. The sky above is a dull, overcast grey, and the air's got this weird, heavy static charge that's making my hair stand up. Umm, there are all these totally ordinary-looking shopping carts scattered around, some of them on fire, somehow not burning the asphalt beneath them, just sitting there crackling away like fire pits or something. It smells like hot rubber and ozone...