The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering in through a grimy skylight in a huge, abandoned cafeteria, casting this long shadow across a bunch of old, Formica tables. The air's pretty stale and smells like disinfectant, it's fairly quiet except for the sound of a slow-moving stream running through the middle of the room, like, somehow, water's just flowing across the tile floor. A bunch of old, plastic trays are stuck in the stream, and there's this massive, intact, fossilized trilobite just sitting on one of the tables, like it's always been there. The air's pretty still.