The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A worn, wooden fishing boat bobs gently on the surface of a serene mountain lake. Sun's shining down, casting a warm glow across the surrounding evergreens and the mist rising off the water's surface, like it's pretty early in the morning still. Umm, the air's crisp and clean, with this faint smell of trout and water lilies... and somehow, the fishing boat's rope is tied to a sturdy, completely intact, Roman-style stone bridge spanning the entire width of the lake.