The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's streaming through... dirty windows, illuminating this abandoned diner, casting an uneven beam across a bunch of booths... The air's thick with grease and old food, smells like it's been years since it's been used. A massive chunk of the Space Shuttle's fuel tank is somehow lodged in the kitchen, no visible supports, just sitting there, motionless... Umm, my chest is killing me, feels like my lungs are collapsing.