The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive slabs of rusted steel are stacked haphazardly like they fell from the sky, half-buried in the dusty earth. Uh, there's a faint tang of gasoline in the air, and it feels super dry, like it's sucking the moisture out of my skin... I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open, feeling like I got hit by a truck or something. In the center of all this, a solitary, totally intact commercial airliner is perched on top of the slabs, its engines torn off and lying in pieces around it.