The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A thick, grey layer of dust coats a seemingly abandoned kitchen, sunlight filtering through grimy windows to cast a pale glow on worn, Formica countertops. Umm, the air's stale and still, with this faint tang of burnt toast... A slowly rotating wooden spoon, somehow unsupported, is steadily stirring a bubbling pot of soup on the stovetop, even though the burners are cold and dark. The windows are covered in a weird, repeating pattern of condensed water droplets that don't seem to be falling, just clinging to the glass like they're stuck.