The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through a stained glass window... like, embedded in a coral reef or something... a school of fish is swimming by... The air's thick, like the water's pressure is still affecting it, and it smells like seaweed and salt. weak gasp... I was looking for... medical supplies, my sister Elara's all that matters... fades to a whisper. The reef is just... lodged in a chunk of the Moon, like it's been here forever, and I can see a part of the Kursk submarine's hull sticking out from behind it... fades to unconsciousness.