The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A pretty average laundromat's somehow embedded in the side of a mountain. Umm... the air's crisp, and I hear the distant sound of rushing water, but inside, it's pretty warm and humid from the washers and dryers that just keep running with no one around. Like, dirty laundry continuously pours in from this metal chute thing, and gets sorted and washed and dried, and then somehow neatly folded and stacked on a shelf, with this small sign that just says "Mt. Laundry". The sunlight shines in from outside through a small skylight above.