The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rainwater's seeping into a small, dingy Laundromat, the air thick with the smell of mildew and detergent. The washing machines and dryers are all running, like they're in the middle of a cycle, but there's no one around. A TV in the corner is showing a weather report, somehow perfectly synced with the sound of the rain outside, and on the ticker at the bottom, it says "Fane Street is closed due to flooding"... and also, for some reason, "The current moon phase is cheese". The fluorescent lights overhead are humming along, casting an eerie glare over the empty room.