The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled metal grating lies on the ground, some of it twisted and mangled like... it got ripped apart. Uh, the air's dry, with a strong smell of engine grease and fuel. Above, the sky's a pale blue, no clouds in sight, and I can hear the steady hum of machinery, even though there's nothing around that's making the noise. In the distance, the half-buried fuselage of an ancient 747 jumbo jet somehow looks like it's slowly un-burying itself, dirt and debris sliding off its rusted metal surface as it rises into the air.