The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Some old, worn-out basketball court, like... outside, with bleachers and those big metal lamps on the sides... uh... the sky above is bright yellow and really cloudy, so it's hard to see the sun, but it's there, really high up. I can taste metal and my chest feels... really heavy, Echo, we gotta... keep... moving... just, just keep going, a little bit more, I can... see a ball just bouncing around on its own, really slow, really weak, and it's on fire, not burning the court though, just burning in mid-air...