The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small, old-fashioned diner's kitchen, like, tons of stainless steel and faded linoleum everywhere. Uh, there's this thick layer of grease coating every surface, and the air's heavy with the smell of stale coffee and burnt toast. Rainwater's somehow flowing upwards through the drain in the floor, filling a huge metal vat with murky water, and the sound of sizzling meat's coming from the empty grill, despite it being switched off. The sky outside's a dull grey, with the sun barely visible behind the clouds.