The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Waves of turquoise water splash against a sleek, abandoned speedboat, like, partially submerged in the shallow end of a massive, concrete-lined wave pool. Umm, air's thick with the smell of chlorine and salt, and it's crisp from the mist suspended above the water's surface. Sunlight pours down through a hazy morning sky above, casting an almost ethereal glow over everything, as if it's somehow passing through an invisible filter... Water trickles upwards from the bottom of the wave pool, perpetually feeding a crystal-clear stream that somehow flows back into the boat's rusted engine.