The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Snowflakes are gently falling onto a massive, empty swimming pool, its concrete floor cracked and weathered. Umm, the air's pretty cold, got this crisp smell to it... it's really still, too, like nothing's moving except the snowflakes. A volleyball is somehow perfectly balanced on the tip of a diving board, not wobbling or anything, like it's just frozen in mid-air. The sun's low in the sky, casting long shadows across the pool deck, which is covered in a layer of frost.