The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A long-abandoned drive-in movie theater stretches out before me, with a massive, half-torn screen still standing, despite having clearly been ravaged by storms and years of neglect. The air's heavy with the smell of damp soil and weeds, and it's muggy with an afternoon rainstorm brewing on the horizon. Umm, the audio from some forgotten movie is somehow still playing, with tinny dialogue and staticky sound effects drifting through the rusty, old speakers, and in the center of the parking lot, a large puddle of water is somehow, inexplicably, being siphoned uphill into a perfectly circular hole in the air.