The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Half-eaten sandwiches and coffee cups litter the countertops of a small, cramped kitchenette... The air's a bit stale, like nobody's opened a window in a while, and it's really quiet except for the sound of an old refrigerator humming away in the corner. Water's somehow flowing out of the drainpipe under the sink and right back into the faucet, just continuously cycling through without overflowing. It's pretty gloomy outside, overcast sky with a light drizzle falling, judging by the view through the small, barred window above the counter.