The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pounding against the corrugated metal roof of this old, rural gas station. Water's seeping in through the rusty holes, creating puddles around the decrepit fuel pumps, and the air's thick with the smell of wet earth and gasoline. Like, the weird thing is that the fuel pumps are still operational, dispensing what looks like a mixture of gasoline and some sort of iridescent liquid that's pooling on the ground, reflecting the flashes of lightning outside in a way that's totally unnatural. The fuel prices on the sign are in some currency I don't recognize.