The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a small, quiet suburban neighborhood stretches out, with a few houses scattered around. The air's pretty still, with a faint smell of cut grass and it's a sunny afternoon. Like, a lawnmower's somehow continuously cutting the grass on its own, with no one around and no visible power source, moving methodically from one yard to the next. A bunch of birds are flying around, chirping pretty loudly, as if nothing's out of the ordinary.