The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pattering on the hood of a beat-up, old sedan in a cramped alleyway. Umm, the air's got this thick, wet smell, like mildew and garbage mixed together. Shafts of sunlight are piercing through the gaps in the rusty metal fire escapes above, illuminating puddles of water that are somehow... holding still images of various memes from the internet, like a puddle of "Grumpy Cat" staring up at me or "Distracted Boyfriend" right next to it, and they don't distort or ripple, even when raindrops land on them. It's pretty quiet, aside from the rain, of course.