The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through the grimy skylights of this old, abandoned swimming pool, casting a warm glow on the slowly rising fog that's spreading from the broken tiles. Umm, the air's got this heavy, chlorine smell, but it's really still in here, except for the sound of gently lapping water against the sides of the pool. Like, the fog is somehow supporting the weight of a bunch of discarded, rusty pool chairs that are just sitting on top of it, not sinking or anything. A few feet away, water's trickling out of a busted pipe, refilling the pool with a slow, steady stream.