The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, water pours out of a rusty faucet in an old, abandoned kitchen, but it just kinda hangs there in mid-air, not falling. The air's thick with the smell of mildew and stale air, and it's pretty humid, umm, like a warm summer morning after a storm. Outside, the sky's a pale gray through a grimy window, and sunlight catches all the dust motes, but inside, the only light comes from an old-fashioned gas lamp burning steadily on a cluttered counter, despite having no visible fuel source. It's really still, too.