The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dimly lit, retro-futuristic diner, surrounded by dark, heavy storm clouds that look like they're about to unleash a torrential downpour. The air is thick with the scent of stale cigarettes, old grease, and rain, umm... feels heavy with humidity, too. A series of jukeboxes somehow simultaneously play slow, melancholic remixes of different genres - swing, jazz, blues - the tunes echo through the empty diner, mixing into a weirdly harmonious soundscape. Meanwhile, the iconic DeLorean DMC-12, somehow split perfectly in half, sits quietly at the counter, as if waiting for a refill.