The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through the grimy skylight of a cramped, old auto body shop. There's this pretty strong smell of motor oil and gasoline in the air, and it's pretty warm in here. A bunch of old car parts and tools are just scattered around, and like, a partially disassembled engine is somehow slowly reassembling itself, with the pistons sliding into place and the valves adjusting themselves without any outside intervention. Outside, it sounds like a steady rain is coming down.