The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm surrounded by what looks like an abandoned Antarctic research station's aircraft hangar, but it's buried in like, twenty feet of solid crystal, not ice. The air is really still and musty, with a strong scent of fuel and, um, citrus? Outside, I can see a severe blizzard brewing, but somehow the storm just sort of... ends, about ten feet off the ground, like there's an invisible barrier or something. Meanwhile, a giant DC-10 airliner is just, quietly hovering in the center of the hangar, engines silent, its landing gear like, half-extended.