The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's streaming through a grimy, corrugated roof in this abandoned aircraft hangar, casting a warm glow over old airplane parts and tools scattered everywhere. Uh, air's thick with the smell of grease and jet fuel, and I hear the sound of birds calling outside, their cries muffled by the hangar's metal walls. Water somehow flows upward from the floor, forming this weird, crystal-clear column that just rises into the air and then... just disappears, like it's being sucked up by nothing. Outside, it's a still, clear morning, with a few high clouds drifting lazily across the sky.