The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Air's kinda stale, no wind at all... I'm surrounded by endless racks of totally pristine, sealed DVDs that seem to just stretch on forever in every direction. A formation of geese is casually walking through the racks, leaving behind a trail of perfectly functional Nintendo 64 consoles and copies of GoldenEye 007. Umm, a gigantic, perfectly still Saturn V rocket is somehow embedded at a 45-degree angle in the ground beneath the DVDs, like it just crashed here or something.