The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pouring down onto the oil-stained pavement of a vast, abandoned truck stop. Like, there's just... hundreds of massive semitrailers parked haphazardly all over, some of them partially dismantled, surrounded by discarded engine parts and scraps of rusted metal. Water's pooling on the cracked asphalt, reflecting the pale, grey sky above, and somehow, the individual raindrops hitting the puddles are momentarily stopping in mid-air before falling in unison to create this weird, stuttering rhythm. Air smells like diesel and wet asphalt.