The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through a thin layer of dust on a skylight above... uh, like, it's an abandoned greenhouse or something, vines and moss covering the broken glass. Smells like... wet earth and decay. Elara, my sister, I was looking for... medical supplies, gotta find her, gotta help her... weak gasp. There's a section of the Titanic just... merged with the greenhouse, like they grew together, and a giant, twisted root system is... pulling the whole thing down into the ground... fades to a whisper.