The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... water's like... slowly rising... it's dark, can't really see... Air's heavy, like a physical weight... Smells like ozone, but sweeter... weak gasp. I was looking for... shelter, medical supplies, Elara's important... my sister... fades to a whisper. I'm in some kind of abandoned, underwater cathedral or something, huge stained glass windows just... filtering in faint, blue light, a chunk of the Challenger space shuttle's just... lodged in the altar...