The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Bunch of old farm equipment just sitting around a small, rural airfield, like... The air's got this dry, earthy smell and it's pretty breezy, with the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow over everything. A small, single-engine plane somehow continues to refuel itself from a rusty old pump that doesn't seem to be connected to anything. Uh, the sound of birds chirping and the gentle hum of the plane's engine are the only noises around here.