The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Snow's falling gently on a massive, abandoned drive-in movie theater with a huge, broken screen looming in the distance. The air's freezing cold, and it smells like popcorn and wet asphalt. Uh, the movie projector is somehow still working, casting a giant, distorted image of a serene mountain landscape on the broken screen, despite being covered in thick ice and snow. The sound system's also still going, broadcasting a steady hum of white noise that's getting louder by the second.