The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: There's a massive chunk of the Golden Gate Bridge, just... chillin' at the bottom of what looks like a huge, abandoned mine shaft. The air's thick with dust, and I can taste it in my mouth, making my throat even drier than before. The smell of damp earth and decay's overwhelming, and the darkness is making my eyes feel heavy. Uh, somehow, the International Space Station's Zvezda module is just lodged in the rock above, no signs of damage, like it's been here forever... coughs weakly.