The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight filters in through massive, grimy skylights above a deserted Costco warehouse, the air thick with the smell of rotting food and stale air. Like, shelves upon shelves of boxes and products have been ravaged, leaving trash scattered everywhere, while in the center of the store, a decrepit, still-functional SpaceX Dragon spacecraft somehow rests atop a crushed checkout counter, its hatch partially open, revealing a dark, cramped interior. The air's stale, but there's a weird, pungent whiff of ozone and burning plastic coming from the Dragon's engines... my injuries are really taking a toll.