The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Late morning sunlight filters through grimy, salt-encrusted windows in some kind of abandoned aquarium research facility. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of seaweed and old fish food, and the sound of dripping water echoes off the rusted remains of shark tanks. Water's somehow flowing uphill through the drainage system, collecting in a massive, crystal-encrusted wave machine that's still running, creating a perfect, curling wave every minute or so, even though the pumps are rusted and silent. Outside, seagulls are flying by, totally unaffected by the heavy, still air that feels like it's got a serious electric charge to it.