The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: There's this huge, partially disassembled commercial airliner in the middle of a dense thicket of blackberry brambles. Like, the air's pretty heavy with the smell of ripe berries, and it's probably late morning judging from the sun peeking through the thorns. Uh, somehow the plane's still got its engines running, but instead of producing noise, they're pumping out a steady stream of honey, which is just pooling on the ground and attracting a bunch of lazy bees. The air's pretty warm and still, with just the occasional buzzing from the bees.