The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pours down onto a cramped, rusty scrapyard. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of wet metal and oil, and it's pretty humid despite the downpour. A few old car engines somehow continue to sputter and cough, like they're trying to turn over, but nothing's actually moving, and water flows upwards through a mangled tailpipe, filling a nearby oil drum that doesn't spill a drop. The sky above is a bleak grey, and I can hear the sound of thunder in the distance, but it's weirdly still, no wind at all.