The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight filters in through gaps in the rusting metal grating covering the entrance to a massive, abandoned subway tunnel. Umm, it's gotta be around mid-afternoon judging by the angle of the sun's rays... The air's pretty stale and musty down here, and I can smell the faint scent of ozone from the electrified third rail. Like, somehow, a stretch of the tracks just seamlessly merges with the spiral ridges of a massive, fossilized nautilus shell that takes up a huge chunk of the tunnel.