The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A thick layer of dust covers the top of a long-abandoned bowling alley. Like, all the lanes are clogged with old, discarded machinery parts... it smells like old engine grease in here. The still air feels really heavy and musty, it's making my chest ache even worse, which is just great... my vision's getting really blurry and I think I might be seeing triple now. Uh, huge chunks of the ceiling are somehow lodged in the automatic pinsetters, and the sunbeams peeking through the grimy skylights are illuminating the mess like it's just... normal.