The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight is reflecting off the dusty hood of an old, stationary RV, sitting in the center of a large, otherwise empty parking lot. The air's warm and still, smelling of dry asphalt and gas fumes, with the sun high in the sky. Water from an unknown source is just trickling into the gas tank, which somehow seems to be slowly filling up without overflowing. A few scattered trash bags and discarded food containers are littered around the lot, with a bunch of worn-out tire tracks etched into the ground.