The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, abandoned department store stretches out in every direction, with sunlight shining in through the grimy skylights high above. The air's thick with dust and the smell of stale air, and it's really still – like, I can hear the creaking of old wooden shelves somewhere. A perfectly formed, functioning miniature escalator somehow runs between two empty shelves, slowly carrying a small, leather-bound suitcase up and down. Umm, the sun's at a pretty low angle in the sky, casting long shadows across the dusty floor.