The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's blazing through the windows of a sprawling, abandoned diner, casting a yellow glow on the Formica tables and vinyl booths. Like, hundreds of pounds of bacon are sizzling away on the still-functional grill, the smell of grease and smoke thick in the air. Outside, the landscape's shifting and rippling like a heat haze, the highway stretching out to infinity in both directions - and somehow, it's also folding back in on itself, so that I can see the same busted water tower and Shell station three times in a row. The air's heavy and still, no wind at all.