The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring down through a giant metal grating, like, in the ceiling of this abandoned train car repair shop, creating a constant, pounding rhythm that's echoing off the concrete floor. The air's thick with the smell of grease and stale air, and there's this one, massive locomotive engine that's somehow half-buried in the wall, with its cylinder block stuck, unmoving, in a giant chunk of solid granite. Uh, the lights are all flicked off, but for some reason, the train's headlights are shining bright blue light through the metal grating. Rainwater's accumulating on the engine's cylinder head, where a small, self-sustaining fire is burning away.