The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Flat expanse of still, grey water... stretches out under the sky, no sun visible, uh, like it's overcast or something. Air's really... stale, dry... can't really smell anything, except maybe some faint saltiness, and... a Concorde's just sitting in the water, half-submerged, no signs of damage or, uh, water flooding into it, just... still. Echo, gotta... weak whisper... keep going...