The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, blood-stained fish are flapping wildly around a badly damaged, industrial-sized fish farming tank, its mangled metal walls somehow repairing themselves before my eyes. Outside, the sky is this sickly pale yellow color, casting an eerie light over the derelict research facility, while air compressors are screaming in the distance and the air's thick with saltwater, fish guts, and burning wiring. Seawater's flooding the room, but instead of rising, it's just pooling on the ceiling... like gravity's totally screwed up or something.