The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dreary, grey mist seeps into a long-abandoned drive-in movie theater, shrouding rows of rusty car frames in an impenetrable veil. Like... the air is heavy with the smell of damp asphalt and ozone, the silence broken only by the distant crackle of a stormy sky. Snowflakes fall gently onto the metal car roofs, somehow not melting in the sweltering heat that seems to emanate from the decrepit movie screen, which displays a grainy, black-and-white image of a desert landscape – complete with towering sand dunes and a sun that's slowly setting in the wrong direction.