The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's streaming into a grimy, abandoned veterinary clinic, with rusty surgical equipment scattered all over the countertops. The air's thick with the stench of rotting flesh and disinfectant, and like, the only sound is the soft buzzing of flies swarming around the rotting carcass of a dolphin somehow lodged in a veterinary examination table. Water's dripping slowly from a leaky faucet into a clogged drain, and there's a massive chunk of what looks like the Wright Brothers' Flyer lodged in the ceiling tiles above the examination room, its wooden frame cracked and splintered.