The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A drizzly rain is falling on a rundown gas station, its crumbling sign reading "Eddie's Fuel Stop" in faded letters. The air's pretty damp and smells like wet pavement and stale gasoline. Uh, it's kinda gloomy with the overcast sky and all, and it's pretty still except for the steady sound of rain dripping off the roof and the hum of a soda vending machine somehow continually restocking itself with fresh cans despite being unplugged. The sun's hidden behind the thick grey clouds, casting a flat, diffuse light over everything.