The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fog creeps through a deserted, partially constructed highway interchange. Umm, the still, damp air smells of fresh asphalt and wet earth. A partly disassembled Boeing 747 airliner lies on the highway's unfinished surface, its landing gear somehow merged into the steel rebar of a support column. The sun's position suggests late afternoon, but it appears to be eclipsed by the Moon, even though it's not full.