The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, an abandoned, half-built roller rink... It's just sitting in the middle of a dusty desert, sun beating down... the air's really hot and dry... My vision's fading fast, getting all blurry, and I don't think I can... I was trying to find those spiral fossils for Elara, my sister, they're really important... The rink's wooden floor, it's, like, slowly unraveling, boards peeling off and floating up into the air... The sun's right overhead, and I think it's mid-day... a giant, fossilized stingray is embedded in the floor, like it's been there forever...