The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight beats down on a gutted, abandoned roller rink, where a crushed and twisted oil rig somehow sits atop a mess of rusting medical equipment, sending torn plastic and steel debris everywhere. It smells like gasoline, sweat, and burning rubber, and the air's thick with heat haze. Shattered roller skates and crushed bone fragments litter the dusty, cracked floor, as if something exploded from beneath it. The oil rig's pipes seem to be steadily filling a nearby, cracked kiddie pool with a viscous, tar-like liquid that's spreading across the floor.