The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, bright sunlight pours down on an empty indoor Olympic-sized swimming pool, the water perfectly still and about halfway full. I can hear the soft hum of air circulation vents overhead, while the air itself is dry and smells faintly of chlorine and fresh concrete. Like, somehow there's a lone, intact, fully-functional, and still-running city bus sitting on the pool floor, its tires completely submerged in the water, while the electronic sign on the side reads '42 Downtown' in bright, scrolling LEDs. The bus's headlights shine weakly through the pool water.