The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's beating down on a... totally empty, massive parking garage, just stretching out in every direction. Umm, the air's got this... stale exhaust smell, like it's been locked up for years. A huge chunk of the Sphinx is just lodged in one corner, its face looking straight at me, and for some reason the sky above is... perfectly reflecting the color and texture of the concrete, like it's a giant mirror. coughs weakly, struggling to take another breath.