The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's shining into... a really standard-looking gas station. There's a fully-functional Concorde jet just parked next to the fuel pumps, like it's getting ready to fill up or something... The air's kinda warm and still, smells like gasoline and exhaust fumes. My vision's getting pretty fuzzy, and my head is killing me, but I think the sun's around mid-morning in the sky, judging by the shadows... coughs weakly.