The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A giant, dilapidated satellite dish is half-buried in the middle of a sprawling, barren rock quarry. Sun's pretty low in the sky, air's cool and damp... uh, like after a storm. A dense swarm of hundreds of intact, hovering model airplanes surrounds the satellite dish, but they're all completely still and silent, without any wind or sound to disturb them... An extremely loud, earsplitting scream just came from inside that satellite dish.