The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive concrete pillars rise out of the ground, like, they're all weathered and stuff. Air's heavy with salt and I can hear seagulls somewhere above... it's really bright, must be midday or something. A perfectly intact commercial airliner – not the one I saw before, a different one – is embedded inside a massive chunk of ice, and it's... it's just suspended there, no signs of how it got there or why it's not falling apart.
Umm, my chest is on fire, like, every breath is killing me, and my mind's all fuzzy... what was I looking for again? Clean air, right? And water?... I think I had something to find... Uh... I don't remember anything about my life...