The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pouring down through the gaps in the lattice-work ceiling of this massive, underground fish market. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of fish and seaweed, and it's pretty chilly. Like, a bunch of sharks are somehow frozen in mid-air, their bodies not even twitching as fish swim lazily through the stalls below them, and the sound of rushing water is echoing off the stone walls. Water's pooling on the floor and somehow not overflowing, even though more's pouring in through the gaps in the ceiling.