The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, abandoned drive-in movie theater, with crumbling speaker poles and a massive, rusting screen that's somehow showing a movie despite being clearly broken. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of grease and gasoline, and it's hot and still, like a heatwave just rolled in. The movie's showing some sort of bizarre, avant-garde animation, but it's not making any sound - instead, the audio's coming from a group of nearby crickets, which are chirping in perfect sync with the film's dialogue. The sun's beating down overhead, casting a harsh glare over everything.