The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's filtering through... water, like it's being reflected off the surface or something. I'm underwater, surrounded by old, rusting ship hulls and wreckage, covered in coral and seaweed. The water's really still, with this weird, sweet smell, like someone spilled perfume everywhere, and... uh, the clock face of Big Ben is just... stuck in the seafloor, like it was dropped there, its hands still ticking away. The pressure's making my head throb even more, and I can feel my lungs burning from holding my breath.