The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, tiny snowflakes are falling onto a collection of old, abandoned exercise equipment like stationary bikes and free weights, all scattered around a frozen tundra landscape. A low, even layer of fog is hovering just above the ground, reflecting a pale, blue-gray sky that's got the sun in it, pretty high up, but it's hard to tell what time it is since it's not giving off much light or heat. One of the exercise bikes is slowly pedaling itself in a slow, even rhythm, the pedals and gears moving as if someone invisible's riding it. The air's really crisp, with no smell at all.