The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's shining down on a totally flat, endless expanse of wet asphalt... There's a thick layer of fog rising off the surface, making everything feel kind of heavy and wet, but the air's still pretty calm. A fully-formed, miniature tornado is just sitting there, not moving, with a small plane casually lodged in its side, like it's been there forever. It smells like fresh rain and a bit of gasoline, but not too overpowering...