The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A worn-out, concrete helipad is covered in scattered aviation fuel cans and crumpled navigation charts. The air is thick with the smell of gasoline and it's pretty windy, with the sound of whirring helicopter blades echoing in the distance... but the thing is, a helicopter's actually being slowly disassembled and reassembled in mid-air, with parts flying off and snapping back into place on their own. It's pretty sunny, like it's late morning or something. Uh, the sky's a clear blue above with a few wispy clouds drifting lazily by.