The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight shines through the dusty windows of a huge, old-fashioned laundry facility, casting long shadows across rows of industrial washers and dryers. Like, the air's thick with the smell of detergent and fabric softener, and it's warm and humid, with the sound of gently running water somewhere in the background. Water somehow flows out of the dryers, collecting in a series of buckets that slowly fill up before emptying themselves into a large, old-fashioned drainage grate on the floor, despite the dryers being switched off and unplugged. Outside, the air is still.