The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A pretty standard motel room stretches out, the air smelling kinda stale, like when nobody's been in there for a while. Umm, there's a weird bunch of folded hospital scrubs covering the entire bed, spilling out onto the floor, and more stacks are kinda forming by themselves on the dresser. Outside the window, the sun's at like mid-afternoon, and a totally motionless tumbleweed's suspended mid-air, just... not moving, while dust motes are moving around it in the faint sunlight that filters through the blinds. Water seems to be slowly spreading across the carpet from nowhere.