The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's filtering in through a grimy window, casting a weak beam of light across the floor of a large, empty aircraft hangar. The air's pretty still and feels heavy with humidity, like it's just about to rain. A small, intact plane somehow has most of its body stuck inside a huge chunk of rough, grey granite that's just sitting in the middle of the room, the stone wrapped around it like it solidified there. Outside, the sky's a deep grey, but there's no sign of any wind or storm.