The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sleek, modern tram speeds along its monorail track, suspended high above a dense jungle canopy. Uh, the air's heavy with humidity and the scent of blooming flowers, and the sun beats down through the gaps in the trees... It's, like, mid-morning judging by the sun's position. A section of the tram's floor is missing, and a massive stone statue of an orchid is somehow seamlessly integrated into the metal frame of the tram, but my brain's getting foggy, struggling to breathe, can barely remember what I'm searching for... pale yellow submarine? Crash? Something...