The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dull sunlight reflects off a massive, stagnant puddle of water inside a rundown basketball gym. Umm, the wooden floorboards surrounding it are warped and decaying, like the gym's been abandoned for years. A lone basketball, somehow still inflated, sits perfectly balanced at the center of the puddle, while the air is heavy with mildew and the scent of decay. Outside, a low-flying, perfectly silent aircraft somehow flies straight through a stationary bird perched on a windowsill without any damage or reaction.