The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's dripping from the ceiling of a small, dingy laundry room, the smell of mildew and stale fabric softener filling the air. A single washing machine's spinning with a weird, uneven rhythm, despite being unplugged, like... it's somehow using momentum or something. A pile of dirty laundry's scattered on the floor, and somehow a missing sock from the pile keeps reappearing on top of the washing machine, getting tossed off, then reappearing again in the same spot. It's pretty still in here, like the air's sealed off.