The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's pouring in through the large windows of a cramped, industrial-style laundromat. Umm, washing machines and dryers are lined up against the walls, with a bunch of folded sheets and towels stacked on a nearby folding table, like someone just finished doing a ton of laundry. But for some reason, clothes are getting folded and stacked onto the table by themselves – a pair of jeans just folded itself perfectly and landed on top of a pile of clean towels. The air's thick with the smell of fresh detergent and feels a bit stuffy from the heat coming off the dryers.