The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A drab, indoor parking garage stretches out, fluorescent lights overhead. It's pretty still and quiet in here, except for this constant hum of... something, and it smells like stale air and gasoline. A bunch of cars are just parked randomly, some with their headlights still on, like they were just left here, Echo. The weird thing is that one of the cars has its trunk open and a small river, like with flowing water and everything, is coming out of it and just flowing across the concrete floor.