The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's streaming through these grimy, industrial windows high above... It's like, an abandoned train maintenance yard or something. The air's thick with the smell of diesel fuel, and the sound of idling engines is just, uh, everywhere, even though nothing's actually moving - all these rusted locomotives are just frozen in place. A nearby tank car is somehow slowly filling up with water, like, from nowhere, despite being in the middle of a pretty dry-looking desert.