The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's shining pretty harshly through grimy skylights, illuminating a pretty massive, deserted indoor swimming pool. The air's pretty heavy with the smell of chlorine, and I can hear the faint sound of dripping water echoing off the tiles. Like, somehow the deep end of the pool seamlessly merges into a pretty small, tranquil lake with water lilies and a few frogs jumping around on the surface. A pretty worn, old lifeguard chair somehow straddles the dividing line between pool and lake.