The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight filtering through a bunch of grimy windows... I'm so weak, don't think I can keep going... Umm, there's like, a big industrial kitchen or something, lots of old appliances just sitting around, the air's thick with grease and stale air... I was trying to find medical supplies for my injuries, and stuff to help me breathe... for Elara, my sister, she's important... A plane's wing is just sticking out of the wall, like it was always there.