The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Worn, plastic pool chairs and inflatable rafts are scattered across the concrete floor of a drained indoor swimming pool. The air's cool and still, smelling of chlorine and mildew, and uh, I can hear the sound of dripping water echoing off the walls. Water's somehow being sucked out of the drains and up into a big, industrial air conditioning unit mounted on the ceiling, which is blowing it back out as a fine mist that's slowly filling the empty pool. It's pretty bright in here, like it's late morning or something.