The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pouring down on a sprawling, abandoned drive-in movie theater, the sound of it pounding against the metal speakers and worn-out carports is almost deafening. Umm, the smell of wet asphalt and mildew is thick in the air, and the sky above is a deep, foreboding grey. A bunch of old movie projectors are somehow still running, casting flickering images of the same eerie forest landscape onto the screens, despite the fact that there's no visible power source. Water's pooling around the bases of the projectors, but they're still running like nothing's wrong.