The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sun-drenched concrete bleachers curve around a large, empty swimming pool in an abandoned, outdoor aquatic center, the air's dry and still with a hint of chlorine. A small flock of ducks are, like, casually strolling around the pool's edge, some of them pausing to investigate forgotten swim goggles lying on the ground. The sky's a clear blue overhead, around what looks like late afternoon, and the sound of kids' laughter echoes through the air, but it's definitely coming from the pool's empty lanes themselves, like the water's somehow transmitting the sounds.