The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A big, empty swimming pool stretches out, morning sunlight reflecting off the still water at the bottom. It's like, the air's pretty crisp and clean, smells like chlorine, and it's quiet except for some birds chirping in the distance. Uh, somehow the pool's ladder is extending and retracting on its own, like it's stuck in a loop, and on the side of the pool, "Echo" is written in plain black letters, just sitting there. The sun's high up in the sky, and it's warm, but not hot, like a spring morning or something.