The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's pouring down through the massive skylight of this... huge, indoor parking garage, I guess. The air's pretty thick with exhaust fumes, like it hasn't been ventilated in years, and the only sound is the creaking of rusty car parts. A bunch of old, abandoned cars are scattered around, but weirdly, they're all somehow stuck to the ceiling, like they're magnetized or something, and a few birds are flying around, nesting in the wheel wells. The air's pretty still, but you can hear this low rumble of idling engines somewhere in the distance.