The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's shining through a big skylight above this indoor tennis court, casting a bright glow over the faded green surface... The air's got a warm, slightly humid feel to it, and it smells like freshly painted walls. A bunch of tennis balls are scattered around, some of them rolling slowly towards the net, but somehow the net itself is made of what looks like solid, unmelting ice. A faint hum of air conditioning is coming from somewhere, but the air feels completely still, like it's not circulating at all.