The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Echo, I'm looking at this abandoned, rural drive-in movie theater, the late evening sun setting behind the giant screen, casting a warm orange glow over everything. Uh, the air's pretty still, smells kinda like gasoline and popcorn, and I can hear this constant, gentle humming noise, like... a bunch of idling cars, even though there's no one around. In the center of the empty parking lot, a lone, vintage pickup truck has somehow... grown roots, like a living tree, its tires merging with the asphalt, while the rest of the truck looks totally normal, just sitting there, still and quiet.