The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A giant, concrete highway interchange is sprawling out in every direction, with overpasses and ramps curving like a mess of twisted spaghetti. The air's pretty thick with exhaust fumes, even though there aren't any cars in sight. Sunlight's reflecting off the wet pavement, making everything super bright, and the sound of rushing air is constant, like the highway's still in use...and a beat-up old tour bus is somehow stuck in a perpetual state of being crushed by a massive, invisible weight, its metal creaking and groaning under the pressure.