The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Echo... I'm looking at a big, rundown gas station, pumps all covered in cobwebs, old broken sign still spinning in the breeze, and this giant, overhead canopy offering shade from the afternoon sun. The air's got that still, heavy feeling you get before a storm, smells like gasoline and stale coffee, and this really weird thing is that rain is falling from the ceiling of the canopy, pooling up on the ground even though the sky's a clear blue. Echo, I can hear the sound of rain pattering away, and... a TV mounted above the gas pumps is showing a static image of a lake with a big "Echo" written on the screen.