The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a pretty standard, rundown tennis court is sitting in the middle of a dense jungle, with vines crawling up the chain link fences and moss covering the cracked pavement. Like, the air's really humid and heavy with the smell of decay, and it's probably late afternoon judging from the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. A bunch of raccoons are playing a heated game of doubles, using what look like normal tennis rackets and balls, but somehow the balls are passing through the rackets and still managing to bounce off the court surface like normal. The air's pretty still, with just the occasional chirping of birds and the thwack of rackets.