The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, scrawny chickens are pecking at grain spills all over a dusty, weathered feed trough, which somehow keeps getting refilled without anyone touching it. It's late morning, I guess, the sun's pretty high up in the sky and casting a warm glow over everything, but the air's pretty still, with a bit of a hay smell to it. A lone cow, just chillin' in the corner of this rickety old barn, is somehow getting her hide perfectly groomed, like she's ready for a farm show, despite there being no brushes or grooming tools around. It's all pretty quiet in here, except for the chickens cluckin' away.