The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... sunlight's reflecting off... a frozen lake or something, the ice is all cracked and... dirty. Air's cold, feels like it's cutting right through me... I was trying to find medical stuff, for Elara, my sister... she's... weak cough. There's a huge, rusted propeller just sticking out of the ice, and a bunch of seagulls are... frozen in mid-air, like they're pinned to the sky... fades to a weak murmur.