The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight casts an orange glow over a dusty, abandoned drive-in movie theater. Umm, speaker poles stick out of the ground like skeletal fingers, and a tangle of beach balls are caught in a net draped over the concession stand's awning. A large chunk of ice, shaped exactly like a medieval jousting helmet, is lodged in the screen's metal frame, steady drips of water echoing through the silence as it slowly melts, even though the air's scorching hot. Seagulls screech overhead, their cries overlapping with the crackling hum of a dying neon sign.