The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of worn, wooden pews are scattered around this empty, run-down church, like, it's got a pretty basic, whitewashed interior, and a few stained glass windows letting in some faint, morning light. Uh, the air's thick with dust, and it smells like old wood polish, and for some reason, there's this loud, constant sound of dripping water, even though the air's really dry, and there's no visible water anywhere. A perfectly functioning, miniature hydroelectric turbine is somehow embedded into the base of the lectern, humming along and powering a small, flashing exit sign above the door.