The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A big, grimy, yellow school bus is somehow half-submerged in a giant vat of what looks like chicken noodle soup, umm, the bus's wheels are stuck in the soup's surface, its windshield wipers still moving back and forth. The air's really warm, smelling of vegetables and stale bread, and the mid-morning sun shines down on the soup's surface, making it look super greasy. The sound of gentle bubbling and sizzling echoes off the vat's metal walls, and the bus's horn honks occasionally for no apparent reason. The soup's surface is slowly, steadily churning like it's being stirred by an invisible spoon.