The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water trickles from a cracked drinking fountain, like, into a stained, concrete drain in a dingy, high school gym locker room. It's pretty muggy in here, smells like mildew, and stale air clings to everything. Umm, on the wall nearby, a TV mounted above a scoreboard is showing static, with no apparent source of power. Outside, late afternoon sunlight seeps through grimy windows high up on one wall, casting an uneven glow across the banks of dented lockers and, somehow, the fully intact tail section of a Boeing 747 jetliner protrudes from a shower stall.