The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a thick, gray mist... everywhere, can't see more than a few feet. I'm supposed to... help Elara, find those spiral fossils... don't think I can... coughs weakly. I'm in some kind of old, abandoned drive-in movie theater, the screen's still standing, but the speakers are all mangled and twisted... like, torn apart from the inside. The air's heavy with this weird, pungent smell... like, burned rubber and ozone... and, uh, the mist is just... holding its shape, like it's a solid thing... not moving at all...