The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's shining into a small, cluttered kitchen. The air's thick with the smell of stale bread and a bunch of flies are buzzing around a half-eaten apple on the counter. The room's pretty still, except for the faint sound of sizzling meat coming from a pan on the stovetop, where a perfectly cooked steak is somehow cooking itself to a perfect medium-rare, with no visible heat source or stove flame. A small window above the sink is open a crack, letting in a gentle breeze and the distant sound of birds chirping.