The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall, industrial shelves are packed with crates and boxes, stretching up to a metal ceiling in this huge warehouse. Umm... it's pretty quiet except for this constant, low-pitched hum from the fluorescent lights overhead, and the air's dry with this smell of stale cardboard and plastic packaging. Water's just dripping upward from the floor to resupply a bunch of random aquariums sitting on shelves, creating these quivering, crystalline stalagmites that are slowly filling the gaps between the crates. Outside, I can hear the distant rumble of thunder, but the sky's a clear blue through the skylights.