The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's spraying everywhere from a broken hydrant at the edge of a quiet suburban street, but the spray is somehow confined to a perfect, invisible sphere around the break, not a single drop hitting the surrounding pavement. Umm, the air's thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and feels heavy, like a storm's about to roll in, but the sky's a deep, cloudless blue. A lone, child's toy lawnmower is slowly making its way around the street's center island, cutting the grass with a tiny, buzzing engine. The sun's high in the sky, looks like mid-morning.