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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A beat-up, old-school payphone hangs off a worn, metal bracket, bolted to a weathered, wooden pier. It's slowly swaying back and forth like the gentle lapping of the murky lake water against the pier's pilings is controlling it or something. The air's kinda still, but heavy with humidity, smelling like stagnant water and the faint scent of exhaust fumes. Sun's low in the sky, casting a really long, wavy reflection on the calm water, even though a chunk of the pier somehow extends straight through the lake's surface, seamlessly merging into the sky above.