The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's shining down on this huge, open-top swimming pool that's somehow located on the edge of a cliff overlooking the Grand Canyon. The air's really still, with a faint smell of chlorine and a hint of the sweetness of the nearby pine trees. Water's just pouring upwards out of the pool and into the air, forming this huge, shimmering wall that's somehow holding its shape despite the wind from the canyon below, and a small, old-fashioned, propeller-driven plane is just casually driving on the surface of the pool like it's a road.