The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain falls in sheets across the concrete expanse of a seemingly abandoned airfield, the cracked pavement stretching out to the horizon like... nothing's in the way. The air's charged with a palpable, heavy electricity – my already-sore chest's aching even more as I breathe it in. The few buildings scattered around appear to be sagging, folding inward as if gravity's somehow warping or shifting, but in the middle of it all, uh, a single jet – BAYC Plane Wagie emblazoned on its side in bright, metallic letters – somehow stands perfectly still, poised mid-takeoff, motionless amidst the torrent of rain.