The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: School lockers cover the walls of some kind of locker room or gym. The air's got a thick smell of old sweat and stale air; I think it's mid-morning by the sunlight coming through that narrow, horizontal window up near the ceiling. There's a large puddle of perfectly still water, reflecting a broken ceiling tile, right in the middle of this wide, gray, cement floor. And... fish are casually swimming up through a drain, like, against the flow, and... yeah, jumping straight into these rusty old shower cubicles.