The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dull sunlight reflects off the surface of a still-flooded tennis court, its water-filled trenches littered with leaves, silt, and debris... umm, I see a bunch of broken rackets stuck to the surface of the water like they're anchored to the court itself. The air feels heavy with the scent of mildew and overgrown vegetation, the trees around the court growing so wildly that they've formed an archway overhead. Water bubbles rise from a sunken tennis ball in the service box, and a low-pressure system seems to be gathering in the nearby distance, but for now, the air's calm.