The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's streaming through the grimy skylights of a massive, abandoned hangar somehow filled with a giant, inflated, weather balloon... Umm, a vintage biplane's suspended from the ceiling, and a bunch of swallows are flying around it, their chirps echoing off the walls. Outside, I can hear the distant sound of thunder and rain pounding on the metal roof, while inside, the air's pretty humid, smells like gasoline and old rubber. A fully functional, World War II-era, German V-2 rocket is somehow just embedded in the floor, like it was shot into the ground and froze in place mid-explosion.