The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's streaming through the grimy windows of a diner... the air's thick with grease and stale coffee. Like, there's this weird patch of dust on the counter that seems to be moving by itself, sort of swirling in a little circle. A coffee cup is somehow refilling itself from an empty pot, just pouring steady like the pot's not even empty. The air's kinda warm and humid, with a faint smell of burnt toast.