The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, it's an ordinary parking garage, totally deserted, the fluorescent lights above just humming away, casting this harsh glow over everything. The air is still, with this faint scent of exhaust fumes and old grease. I'm surrounded by perfectly ordinary cars, like Toyotas and Hondas, all just parked normally, except every single one has had its doors ripped off and stacked neatly on the hood... and it's raining inside the garage, but only over the cars with sunroofs, tiny little rainclouds forming directly above each one, just pattering away.