The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a bunch of wild rabbits are running around in a small, overgrown orchard, like, surrounded by old fruit trees with blossoms that are just starting to bloom. The air's pretty crisp and still, with a scent of damp earth and a hint of ripe fruit. The sun's shining brightly overhead, casting long shadows across the scene, and for some reason, a few old wooden beehives are somehow producing a constant stream of perfectly formed, honey-filled jars that are just stacking up at the base of each hive without anyone touching them.