The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm looking at this tiny, intact Roman colosseum that somehow just fits inside a huge, dusty airplane hangar, like it was just built in here or something... Umm, sunlight's streaming in through the windows, making all this dust dance in the air, it's super bright. The smell of fuel and grease is really overpowering in here. Outside, I can hear the distant sound of planes flying overhead, and in here, there's just a bunch of crows perched on the colosseum's arches, totally silent, watching that small, fully-functional World War I-era submarine that's somehow chugging along in the moat around the colosseum.