The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, grand piano covered in coral and... anemones, I think... sitting on the ocean floor... The sound of gently lapping water echoes around me, but I don't feel any water. Air's so thick I can barely breathe, like the pressure's crushing my chest. A low hum's getting louder and... the piano's keys are moving by themselves, but it's not making any music... just a really loud, constant whisper saying... "WUBBY FOCUS GRACE"... over and over... my vision's really blurring...