The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a bunch of old, worn-out beekeeping equipment is scattered around a small, sunny apiary, like it was just left here. The air's warm and still, filled with the sweet scent of honey and a gentle hum of bees buzzing around the weathered wooden hives. For some reason, a small, rusty old honey extractor just keeps spinning around, filling jar after jar with honey, even though there's no one around to operate it. The late morning sun beats down, warming the dry earth beneath the apiary.