The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of lazy chickens are pecking away at the ground in a cramped, rustic henhouse. The air's thick with the smell of damp feathers and old hay, and it's pretty humid in here. Uh, somehow the eggs are uncracking themselves and the chicks are crawling back inside, like they're retracing their steps or something. A few sunbeams are filtering through the grimy windows, casting a warm glow over everything, and the sound of clucking fills the air.