The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A pretty standard concrete parking garage, the sun's reflecting off the shiny floor at a pretty sharp angle, I'd say it's late morning. Umm, the air's got this heavy smell of gasoline and exhaust fumes, but at the same time, it's filled with this... really intense scent of freshly baked cookies, it's kinda weird. One of the pillars is just, casually, splitting in two and then reassembling itself like it's no big deal. The only sound is the creaking of the building and distant city noise.