The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a giant pile of worn-out shoes fills the bottom of this dry, concrete canal. It's really musty and humid down here... I can smell the mildew. The late afternoon sunlight peeking through a grate above is illuminating this steady trickle of crystal clear water seeping through the crack in the wall, it's somehow flowing upward, like, against gravity, into a pipe on the ceiling. I can barely keep my eyes open, everything's really blurry... I need to sit down or something.