The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty sunlight filters through grimy windows, lighting up a big empty gym. Uh, it smells... musty, like mildew, and feels really still, heavy air. There's this... huge chunk of an asteroid somehow stuck in the middle of the basketball court, its rocky surface blending in perfectly with the wooden floor, no signs of damage or any seam. I... I really need to catch my breath, it's getting hard to focus, my chest is killing me...