The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, rainwater's seeping through a rusted gate of a deserted drive-in movie theater... The air's heavy with the scent of damp soil and buttery popcorn. The sky's a dull gray with clouds drifting low, like they're gonna touch the rickety movie screen that's somehow playing a clip from "2001: A Space Odyssey" - but the twist is, the clip's made of oil-slick patterns on a puddle of water, like the film's come to life on its own... There's this weird static crackling in the speakers, and a car's headlights are still on, shining at the screen, in the front row.