The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rainwater's pooling on the polished stone countertops of a long-abandoned outdoor kitchen, like, the kind you'd find in a fancy backyard or something. A whole mess of cooking utensils and appliances are scattered all over the place, with vines crawling up the metal trellis above the grill. Umm, somehow the gas burners are still lit, with these perfect, steady flames burning away, even though everything else is covered in years of grime and mildew. The air's thick with the smell of wet stone and old grease, and the distant rumble of thunder is still echoing through the air.