The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's slowly seeping out of a broken, old-fashioned soda fountain in the middle of this abandoned, covered bridge... The air's pretty damp, and the smell of mold and decay's kinda overpowering. Umm, the soda fountain's somehow still got functioning ice dispensers, and the sound of dripping water's echoing off the wooden beams. A perfectly intact, still-wrapped In-N-Out Burger Double-Double is just... sitting on the fountain's counter, like it was left here yesterday.