The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the air's pretty thick with dust, and it smells like old cardboard... I'm in some kinda abandoned, rural post office or something. There's a bunch of old mailboxes and sorting bins just scattered all over, and a few of 'em are still filled with packages and envelopes. For some reason, the stamps on the envelopes keep changing to show different historical events - like, one second it's a picture of a dinosaur, and the next it's a scene from the Wild West.