The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A worn, red tennis ball is stuck in a giant, hollowed-out asteroid's jagged crack, with dust motes dancing around it in the faint sunlight filtering through. Uh, the air's pretty thin and dry, with no scent at all, and the only sound is the gentle, steady creaking of the asteroid's mass shifting, kinda like a giant, slow-turning door hinge. For some reason, a steady, slow trickle of fresh water is dripping out of the tennis ball and pooling on the asteroid's surface. The blackness of space is just... visible beyond the asteroid's rim.