The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, multi-level parking garage stretches out with some levels somehow existing above and below each other, at the same time. The air's stale, with the smell of gasoline and exhaust fumes, like someone just drove away. There's an endless, looping sound of car alarms and door slams coming from nowhere, echoing off the concrete pillars. A sickly yellow haze hangs around the whole structure, but the sky above is bright blue, with the sun beating down around noon.