The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... sunlight's peeking through a partially collapsed dome above... I'm in some kinda abandoned planetarium, like, the seats are all dusty, and there's a big, intact, scale model of the solar system hanging from the ceiling, but, somehow, the planets are all aligned with, like, the current day and time, not the way they were when this place was built... coughs The air's stale, like, you can taste the dust and old air, and it's kinda making my lungs ache more, but... gulps... my voice is getting all hoarse... weakly continues.