The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks are spilling out of a gaping hole in the side of a mountain, forming a massive, scree-covered slope that's slowly pouring into a crystal-clear lake below... Uh, the air's cool and still, with a damp, earthy smell, and it's early morning judging by the pale sunlight creeping over the horizon. A half-buried, gleaming, stainless-steel refrigerator is somehow wedged into a crack in the mountainside above the hole, its doors periodically swinging open to release small wisps of mist into the chill morning air.