The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, old theatre... empty seats... Umm, it smells like... perfume and decay... like, the air's really heavy. Sun's setting outside, casting this... orange light through the stained-glass windows, and it's shining right on... uh, a bunch of cat statues playing instruments on the stage... like, they're actually moving, but not making any sound... Echo, gotta keep going... need water...