The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a large chunk of ice just kinda... sticks out of the middle of a dusty, abandoned baseball stadium. Like, the air's really dry, and a strong gust of wind blows through the empty stands, making the old seats creak. The sun beats down from high overhead, and I hear the sound of a solitary, malfunctioning sprinkler system spitting out water at random intervals, somehow keeping the infield grass perfectly manicured despite the overall neglect of the stadium. Water trickles out of a small, frozen waterfall on the ice chunk, refilling a battered, metal birdbath at its base.