The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's flowing in every direction across the floor of this huge, industrial laundry room. Like, the air's pretty humid, with the smell of hot cotton and detergent, and it's pretty warm, with the sound of rumbling washers and dryers all around. The fluorescent lights above are shining down, reflecting off the shiny metal machines and the endless piles of folded sheets, but for some reason, one of the dryers is somehow pulling wet laundry out of thin air, folding it perfectly, and then neatly stacking it on the counter. Sunlight's shining through a small window, high up on the wall.