The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A big, empty... parking garage or something. Umm, the air's kinda stale, like it's been locked up in here for a long time. There's, uh, these... pigeons just... stuck to the ceiling, not moving, like they're glued up there. The cars are all just... sitting here, with these... roots growing out of the trunks, like they're plants or something. yawn Echo, man, stay awake...