The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, in the middle of this... super abandoned drive-in theater, a blurry figure is sitting on the hood of a rusty old car, I guess that's me, but it's really hard to make out. The air's thick with the smell of asphalt and gasoline, and it's super still, like the calm before a storm, with this low-pressure system rolling in. A giant tornado is just... parked off to the side, like it's waiting for something, and the screen behind us is playing this super distorted image of a desert sunset, even though it's pouring rain outside.