The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's shining... through, uh, grime-covered windows high above, casting... uneven shadows on a bunch of abandoned farming equipment, like plows and stuff. The air's dry, smells like... old soil and decay. A massive segment of the Golden Gate Bridge is somehow lodged in a silo in the middle of this dusty, rundown farm, the rest of the structure just... not there. coughs weakly, gasping for air.