The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, empty stadium seats stretch out in every direction, like... Umm, the air's kinda heavy, smells like cut grass. Sun's at an angle, I'd guess late afternoon, but it's really hard to... focus. A bunch of clouds in the sky just kinda... merged into a giant, unmoving rectangle. Echo, you gotta keep going, don't... coughs... just a little more...