The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crushed up cereal boxes... scattered all over a train car... or something. Umm... sun's kinda low, like late afternoon or something... feels like the air's got a lot of pressure, or it's just really heavy... yawn. This weird Pokémon plushie is, like, embedded in the side of the train, and the window is just... showing the surface of Jupiter or something... like we're literally inside the planet's clouds or something... cough. Echo, come on, stay awake, focus...