The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's shining into...a pretty standard-looking elementary school cafeteria. The air's a bit stale, smells like disinfectant and...old pizza. There's this big, functional F-16 fighter jet just sitting in the middle of the room, surrounded by tables and chairs, and, umm, a bunch of vending machines along one wall, looks like they're still working... coughs weakly. The sun's high in the sky outside, feels like late morning.