The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, there's this... totally still, massive tornado just chillin' in the middle of what looks like a massive, abandoned IKEA. The air's really dry and it smells kinda like freshly cut wood and, umm, weirdly enough, nacho cheese. It's pretty bright in here, like mid-afternoon sun's shining through the ceiling somehow, but outside through the windows, it's this super dark, inky black, no stars visible. That steady hum of... machinery or something's still echoing in my ears, but it's getting overpowered by this weird, ear-piercing whine coming from the tornado.