The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through a grimy, metal grate above this pretty cramped alleyway, casting long shadows on the wet pavement. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of trash and there's this weird... continuous trickle of oil flowing up the sides of a nearby dumpster, collecting into a big, metal drum perched on top, without any pipes or tubes in sight. A bunch of seagulls are flying overhead, making a ton of noise, while the air's still pretty calm and kinda damp. The sun's high up in the sky, shining directly down on me.