The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's... shining down on this massive, empty stadium... it's got, like, a huge scoreboard in the center that's just displaying a repeating pattern of numbers and symbols, not making any sense. The air's thick with the smell of stale popcorn and sweat, feels really still, no circulation. There's a... huge chunk of the Titanic just, like, lodged in the upper deck seating, looks like it's been there for years, rusting away. coughs weakly, gasping for air.