The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's reflecting off the gleaming aluminum hull of a partially disassembled seaplane in the middle of a quiet, shallow lake. The air's humid and filled with a sweet, gasoline smell, and the sound of lapping water's pretty soothing. Like, a bunch of giant water lilies are growing out of the plane's engine, their massive leaves covering the cockpit. The propellers are somehow still spinning lazily, despite the plane being literally half apart.