The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Floodlights reflect off the still water of a large indoor swimming pool, somehow maintained in pristine condition despite being in the middle of an overgrown junkyard. Like, there's not a speck of dirt on the pool floor, and the air is thick with the smell of chlorine. Uh, an assortment of old car parts and crushed appliances lies just a few feet beyond the pool deck, while above the surrounding junk, the sky is an impossibly vibrant shade of blue. An intact 747 airliner somehow rests upside-down, flat against the pool's ceiling.