The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's splashing from a small fountain in the middle of a really average, 90s-style strip mall courtyard, surrounded by closed storefronts with faded signs and peeling paint. Umm, the sun's straight overhead, beating down with a dry heat, and I can smell the asphalt baking. Like, there's just this normal shopping cart somehow seamlessly embedded in the center of the fountain, like it's been there since the beginning, and a steady stream of water is pouring out of it, no pipes or anything, just... coming from the cart.