The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's somehow freezing in mid-air, like, it's just suspended in these big, transparent chunks above a sprawling, abandoned hockey rink. The air's super crisp and still, with the smell of fresh ice and a hint of burnt wiring, and the sky above is this deep, clear blue, with the sun at a low angle casting long shadows across the empty seats. The sound system's blasting a steady hum of static, and I can feel the electric charge in the air making my skin itch. The scoreboard's still lit up, displaying a tied game that seems to have been frozen in time.