The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight streams through a huge, grimy skylight above this old, empty department store, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. Umm, the air's got this stale, air-conditioned smell, and it's pretty humid, like it's going to rain outside. A small tornado, about yea big, somehow just spins quietly near the abandoned cosmetics counter, lifting up lip gloss and old perfume bottles into a slow, swirling vortex that doesn't seem to be causing any damage to the surrounding shelves or displays. The fluorescent lights above flicker occasionally, casting an uneven glow over everything.