The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of seagulls are somehow cleaning a dusty old pool table in a small beachside shack. The air's thick with the smell of saltwater and mildew, and the sound of the seagulls flapping and cawing is really loud. It's overcast, and the humidity's pretty high, but somehow the felt on the table is staying totally dry despite the fact that the shack's got a bunch of big holes in it, and, uh, the balls are somehow racked up perfectly even though nobody's touching them. The wind outside is blowing pretty hard, too.