The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's shining down on a giant parking lot filled with thousands of old, empty school buses, all parked in perfect rows with their doors closed. The air's hot and dry with a smell of asphalt, and it's really quiet except for the distant sound of seagulls. Weeds are growing up through the cracks in the pavement, and one of the buses in the distance is somehow slowly changing color from yellow to a deep blue, like it's being repainted by an invisible hand. The sky above is a clear blue with the sun high overhead.