The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, tar bubbles rising up through... murky brown water, it's covering everything... like, it's up to the middle of the street signs. Umm, air's so thick and heavy... smells like diesel and smoke, it's burning my lungs... I think I'm gonna pass out... Elara, my sister... she needed those spiral fossils, don't know if I can find them now... was trying to help her, but... coughs weakly... and, uh, the buildings are just... melting, like they're made of wax, and there's a train just... suspended in the air, its cars still rocking back and forth, but it's not moving forward... weakly gasps for air...