The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pounding on the corrugated metal roof of a massive aircraft hangar, the sound echoing through the empty space. Umm, there's this huge, partially disassembled jet engine sitting on a raised platform in the center, surrounded by toolboxes and workbenches, but for some reason, the engine's still somehow idling even though it's missing most of its parts. The air's thick with the smell of grease and jet fuel, and I can see wisps of fog curling around the wheels of a bunch of old airline cargo carts parked off to the side.