The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sleek, high-speed Maglev train is somehow stuck in the center of a giant, slowly-rotating tornado, its cars eerily steady as debris and wreckage swirl around it. Like, the air is a deafening roar, thick with the smell of rain and ozone, and water pours down from above, making it hard to see more than a few feet ahead. The sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, and... I'm getting pummeled by loose rocks and trash.