The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glow-in-the-dark mushrooms illuminate a damp, dripping cave tunnel filled with pungent-smelling trash and mangled machinery parts... Umm, the air's got this thick, sticky humidity, and the sound of dripping water echoes everywhere. Ahead, a section of tunnel just sorta seamlessly merges with what looks like a London Underground carriage, complete with old Tube seats, ads, and stuff - but it's, like, literally growing out of the rocky cave floor. Outside, through a gap in the tunnel, I see early morning sunlight and what seems to be a giant, precariously balanced domino run of skyscrapers.