The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A worn-down, old-fashioned diner sits in the middle of a dry, cracked parking lot, surrounded by nothing but a few scrawny trees and a giant, old billboard advertising some kind of burger joint. The air's thick with the smell of stale grease, like the place has been abandoned for years, but somehow the neon sign above the diner's still working and flashing 'Open 24/7' in bright, garish colors. Umm, a family of raccoons is scurrying around the parking lot, carrying around little bits of trash and food in their mouths, and one of them's somehow lugged a perfectly intact payphone out of nowhere and is now trying to stuff it into a nearby dumpster.