The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty sunlight filters through a grimy skylight above a massive, abandoned train maintenance depot, the air thick with the smell of grease and diesel fuel. Umm, it's like, mid-morning or something, and the air's got this heavy stillness to it, no breeze at all. Water's slowly seeping out of a vintage locomotive, into a miniature replica of the Roman Colosseum formed out of intricately carved wooden blocks, somehow existing on the oily concrete floor without getting wet. A tiny, ornate clock tower in the center of the Colosseum is accurately keeping time with the ticking sound of a diesel engine idling somewhere outside.