The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a partially disassembled airplane somehow lies upside down in a massive, empty parking garage, its landing gear stuck into a concrete pillar, the fluorescent lights above casting a pale glow on the dusty floor. Like, the air's stale, and a faint smell of spilled jet fuel and mildew hangs over the scene. A few scattered memes printed on discarded airline tickets litter the ground nearby, and the sound of flight attendants giving safety demonstrations somehow continues to echo through the otherwise silent space despite the lack of speakers or people.