The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A thick blanket of snow covers a small, rural gas station. Umm, the air's freezing and the only sound is the soft hum of the soda machines, which are somehow still working despite the place looking abandoned. A bunch of old, rusty pumps stand like skeletons, their nozzles hanging limp and still, while a small, beat-up Toyota Corolla is somehow parked on the roof of the station, its wheels and chassis sunk into the asphalt like it's been melted into place. The snowflakes fall gently, casting a serene silence over the whole scene.