The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's pouring into a derelict, indoor Olympic-sized swimming pool through a massive skylight, illuminating ripples on the surface of the water that seem to be moving in reverse. The air's thick with the smell of chlorine, and I can hear the distant hum of a supersonic jet, like, outside or something. Water from the pool somehow continuously flows up the sides of the concrete basin and re-enters through the broken pool lights, making a soothing gurgling sound. Umm, above the pool, a cryptic phrase - 'STRAY LUCE ILOVEYOU' - is emblazoned on the underside of the metal roof beams.