The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water is pouring downwards from the ceiling of a huge, underground garage, creating a mini waterfall that somehow doesn't seem to be accumulating anywhere. Umm, the air's pretty thick and damp, and it smells like gas, but there's no sign of any cars. Like, the concrete floor's covered in weird symbols that seem to be pulsing in sync with these flickering fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling – which is somehow showing a pretty accurate depiction of a sunrise on the surface. The sound of revving engines echoes through the space, despite everything being still and silent.