The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A thick layer of gray dust coats everything in a small, abandoned farmhouse kitchen. Umm, sunlight pours in through the grimy windows, casting a warm glow on the old, worn countertops and a large, porcelain sink filled with murky water that somehow isn't rippling despite water slowly pouring upwards from the drain. The air's thick with the smell of mildew and stale air, and it's really still in here, like... nothing's moving at all. A large, rusty refrigerator hums softly in the corner, its doors slightly ajar, revealing a faintly glowing jar of pickles on the top shelf.