The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, there's a bunch of empty buckets and some loose rope just lying around on a massive, flat concrete slab in the middle of a really barren desert landscape. The sun beats down from right overhead, making everything super hot, and I hear the sound of... somehow, really loud snoring coming from an old, rickety wooden pallet lying on its side. The air smells of dry earth and creosote, and like, a single wheelbarrow nearby is somehow steadily and continuously filling up with sand, overflowing onto the ground. Umm, it looks to be midday.