The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight streams through a grimy skylight above, illuminating a cramped, abandoned laundromat filled with old washing machines and dryers that seem to be... still running, despite being covered in a thick layer of dust. The air's hot and humid, and it smells like stale detergent and mildew. A broken soap dispenser is leaking a weird, pulsing green goo that's slowly spreading across the floor, and the sound of distant thunder echoes through the room, but outside, the sky looks perfectly clear. A lone, rusty fan in the corner is blowing a gentle breeze that's somehow ruffling the dust, but not affecting the goo.