The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's streaming in through a big skylight in what feels like a massive, abandoned indoor soccer stadium. The air's still and pretty musty, and I can smell the faint scent of synthetic turf... A few forklifts just sit on the field, surrounded by a mess of crumpled up pizza boxes and discarded sports equipment. Uh, somehow, the entire field is tilted at, like, a pretty severe angle, so all the trash is sliding down towards one corner, but nothing's actually moving or falling.