The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bland office cubicle stretches out before a window looking out onto a massive stormy vortex in the distance, umm... like it's just a normal weather pattern or something. The air's dry, with this smell of stale air conditioning, and it's pretty quiet except for the hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. The weird thing is that water is just seeping out of the stapler on the desk, forming a little puddle that's slowly spreading across the papers and office supplies scattered around the workspace. The overhead lights reflect off the window, making it hard to see the details of the storm raging outside.