The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sky above is a deep, even grey, like the whole thing's been painted over, with the sun hanging low and pale, just above the horizon. Uh, the air's heavy with the smell of seaweed, and there's this constant, low drone that sounds like it's coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. A huge, intact 747 airliner lies half-submerged in a still, murky pond, surrounded by water lilies and lotus flowers, with a family of otters playing on the wing. The plane's lights and engines are dead, but the whole thing looks like it just landed here somehow.