The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Heavy rain pounds against a vintage, curved-glass diner like it's in a car wash, and the lights from a giant highway billboard reflect off the wet pavement outside. Inside, the air's thick with the smell of sizzling burgers, but it's weirdly silent - no sizzle, no hum of the appliances, nothing. A bunch of empty booths have what looks like fresh, hot meals sitting on the tables, steaming like they just got served, but uh, the clock on the wall shows 3:47 and it's stuck there, even though I can see the second hand twitching.