The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through the grimy windows of a deserted diner, casting a pale light on the worn vinyl booths and cracked linoleum counter. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of stale coffee and grease, but somehow the sizzling burgers on the grill aren't making any noise, like they're just quietly cooking away. The sky outside is a clear blue, with a few wispy clouds scattered around, and a flock of starlings is perched on the power lines, watching the diner like they're waiting for something to happen. The coffee pots are somehow refilling themselves.