The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a beat-up refrigerator's somehow lodged in the branches of a massive cypress tree, like, in the middle of a totally still and quiet swamp. The air's super thick with mist and the smell of decaying plants, and I hear the sound of a bunch of frogs croaking in the distance. The sun's pretty low in the sky, casting long shadows across the water, and the fridge's somehow still got a bunch of old takeout containers and Tupperware inside... it's also somehow making ice cubes at a pretty rapid pace.