The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's shining through the grime on the windows of an empty, rundown diner, casting a warm glow on the counter and the vinyl stools. The air's thick with the smell of stale grease and coffee, and it's pretty still in here, except for a bunch of coffee cups that are slowly refilling themselves from a pot that's just sitting on the counter. Like, the coffee's pouring into the cups without anyone touching the pot, and then the cups are getting washed and put back in a stack by themselves. Outside, it's a clear morning with just a few clouds drifting by.