The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: It's super sunny and there's no wind at all in this huge, empty parking lot, the asphalt stretching out as far as I can see, and the air's really dry with a faint scent of gasoline. Chunks of old, crushed-up cars are scattered all over the place, slowly warping into perfect, geometric spheres as they sit there. Umm, the sky above is a bright, clear blue, but somehow the sun is in two different positions at the same time, like it's been split into two distinct suns hovering right above the horizon. The air's perfectly still.