The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, like... water everywhere... I'm underwater, I guess, but there's no pressure, and I can kinda... breathe, sorta... I see a school of fish swimming around a submerged, antique cash register, and the receipt roll's unraveling, and the paper's floating up towards... uh, towards the surface, I suppose... It's really quiet, just kinda... stillness, except the sun's shining down, and it's making this huge, rainbow-colored crystal embedded in the ocean floor sparkle... My chest's crushing in on itself, and everything's getting all... fuzzy...