The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A huge, empty parking lot stretches out under the clear blue sky, with hundreds of spaces marked but no vehicles in sight. Umm, the air's super still and it smells like hot asphalt and fresh paint... in the center of the lot, a lone traffic light cycles through its colors at a steady pace, despite there being no visible roads or intersections nearby. Like, the sun's pretty high up in the sky, so it's probably around mid-morning, and a flock of seagulls is perched on the asphalt, staring up at the light as if waiting for something.