The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A worn-out pinball machine somehow continues to play itself, stuck between the tracks of a small model train set in the middle of a pretty drab office cubicle. Umm, there's just, a single desk lamp on, casting this harsh, warm glow, and a clock on the wall shows like, 4 pm. It's super quiet except for the sound of the pinball machine's bells and the soft hum of the fluorescent lights above, and the air's kinda stale and air-conditioned. The train somehow just keeps going around in circles, not actually moving the pinball machine, just kinda passing through it.