The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Broken machinery and what looks like old production line equipment covers the ground, like, abandoned in some rush to get out of this massive, high-ceilinged warehouse. Shafts of light stream through grimy skylights, casting long shadows across the room. Air's super still, with that same low-pitched hum in the distance, but in here it's really quiet, just a bunch of pigeons cooing in the rafters. The clock on the far wall is somehow simultaneously showing the time as 3:00 PM and displaying a video of a cat playing the piano on its face.