The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Flat, empty parking lot... uh, stretching out, surrounded by some trees. The sky's overcast, feels really still, like no air's moving, it's kinda making my head spin... A DeLorean's just sitting here, perfectly clean, no dirt, no signs of wear... looks like it was just, uh, driven here or something.
Echo, you... you gotta keep going, somehow... can't... weak whisper...